Zoe Sint Willebrord Brothel ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Oi, mate, it’s me—Bond, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Dirty little joints, aren’t they? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I rewatched *The Social Network* last night—bloody brilliant flick. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Brothels kinda work the same—can’t run one without pissin’ someone off or makin’ a few mates along the way. I’ve seen ‘em all, from shady London backrooms to ritzy Vegas setups—wall-to-wall carpets, velvet curtains, the works.

Tip van de dag: dit is het beste restaurant van Sint Willebrord

Next, I head over to the Hoofdstraat. I’m thinking, “Great, more rats.” But nah, this time it’s a cat. A fat, lazy cat just lounging on a windowsill. I’m like, “Really? You’re supposed to be hunting, not napping!” But hey, I get it. Who wouldn’t wanna chill in the sun?

Small plane crashes on A58 highway near Ruchphen; Pilot killed