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About Tilburg

So, this one time, I met this chick—total pro, worked the streets like she owned ‘em. Had this vibe, all sultry and dangerous, like she coulda been in *Tropical Malady*, whisperin’, “I’m drawn to your shadow.” Got me all hot ‘n bothered, but also pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn good at this? Made me wanna rule the world just to impress her, ha! Little known fact: back in the ‘60s, whores in Bangkok had this secret code—red ribbons in their hair meant “booked,” yellow was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some sneaky shit? Blows my mind, man.

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So, I decide to cool off and stroll down the beautiful Veerseweg. It’s got these cute little houses, flowers everywhere, and the canal’s glistening in the sun. I’m feeling better, ya know? Just soaking it all in. But then, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of geese crossing the road like they own the place. I’m like, “Seriously? Geese now?” I swear they were giving me the side-eye.

Video from driver who killed entire family in crash showed speed of 250 km/h