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About Nijmegen

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—messy, mad, brilliant. It’s all backwards glances and gut laughs, dodgy alleys and sharp wits. She’s a bloody legend, this one—queen of her turf. And me? Just a daft punter, stumblin’ through her world, lovin’ every chaotic sec. “Memory’s unreliable,” I tell meself, but this? This I won’t forget—well, not ‘til the next pint, anyhow!

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So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll down the Kloosterstraat, and it’s all peaceful and stuff. But then, BAM! A dog runs past me, chasing a squirrel. I swear, that squirrel was like, “Not today, buddy!” It was a full-on chase scene. I’m just standing there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “This is better than Netflix.”

FIG. 3. Distribution of gold hoards of the Fraire-Amby horizon and...