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About Tilburg

Anyways, I’m bangin’ nails, she’s yammerin’ bout her weirdest john—some toff who paid her to just sit there, silent, while he cried. “Like I’m his bloody shrink!” she cackles. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all kinky nonsense, but nah, humans are weird, innit? Straight out of *A.I.*, “The flesh fairs, the human need!”—cravin’ somethin’ real, even from a prossie.

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Zaandam - Aan het einde van de middag checkte een vrouw in bij de Zaanse vakantiewoning, drie uur later viel de politie binnen. Drie sekswerkers werden op heterdaad betrapt en het pand .

Finally, I get in, and it’s cool. I’m learning about the history of the Zaan region, and it’s fascinating. But then, I see this exhibit about the industrial revolution, and I’m like, “Wow, this is kinda boring.” I mean, I get it, but can we spice it up a bit? Maybe throw in some explosions or something?

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