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About Groningen

Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

Red Light District

This. Just browse, find a nice girl, text them and ask if they’re willing to meet you and they can probably receive you at their place.

Finally, I get to the checkout, and the cashier is this super grumpy guy. He’s scanning my stuff like he’s doing me a favor. I’m like, “Dude, it’s your job!” But whatever, I just pay and get outta there.

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