Herbie's Hideout

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Behind the rusted shell of Herbie’s Hideout lies a workshop frozen in time—brick walls, a two-tiered workbench, and a faded REWIND jug among the dusty debris. Nearby, a vintage car sits open to the elements, its wood-rimmed steering wheel and cracked dashboard caked in grime, the glovebox spilling old papers and a bright orange box. The engine bay gapes, exposed and worn, hinting at an abandoned restoration that never got off the ground. It’s the kind of place where every surface carries decades of grease and quiet decay, a true leftover of Antwerp’s forgotten backstreets.

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