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About Almere

So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like they own it. It’s loud—heels clackin’, dudes laughin’, cash changin’ hands. I’m like, damn, this engine’s purrin’ smooth! Happiest shit? Seein’ women runnin’ the show—boss bitches, takin’ no crap. One time, heard this story—some chick in Amsterdam’s Red Light flipped off a rude john, kept his wallet too. Iconic. Little known fact: them old-school brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for when cops rolled up. Sneaky af, right?

Stories in Stone

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First off, I hit the market on de Brink. You know, the usual spot. I’m just trying to grab some fresh veggies, maybe a stroopwafel or two. But nah, the line is like a mile long! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! It’s just a carrot!” Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re outta stroopwafels! Like, seriously? Who runs out of those? I’m fuming, but whatever, I grab some radishes instead. Not the same vibe, but hey, I’m trying to be healthy, right?

Man sentenced to 40 years in prison in murder of Bell County sheriff’s deputy John Roden