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About Eindhoven

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

Woman Drinking Absinthe

19 Van Dongen, who made several studies for his painting in his native city of Rotterdam, refrained from the caricatural effect of.

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this huge hat and a parrot on her shoulder. I’m not even kidding! The parrot starts squawking, and the whole place goes silent. Jeroen and I are dying laughing. I mean, only in Dongen, right?

Miriam van Dongen new member Supervisory Board TNO