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About Nijmegen

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, we decide to head to the nearest bar, “De Zwarte Ruiter.” It’s a cozy spot on the corner of the Markt. We grab some beers, and I’m feeling better. The vibe is chill, and the bartender is this cool lady who knows her stuff. She pours us some local brew, and I’m like, “This is the good stuff!”

Lights on Green Bay bridges to remember hit-and-run victim