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About Tilburg

Dunno why, but I’m drawn to ‘em – maybe ‘cos I’m a grubby sod meself. Burnin’ charcoal, black hands, lonely nights. “Fear’s creepin’ in,” I thinks, wonderin’ if they’d even glance at me. But one did! Winked, even – heart went thump, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like she saw me soul. Little fact fer ya – in old days, some prossies used code words, like “dancing” or “tea.” Sneaky, eh? Kept the coppers guessin’.

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But then, the mood shifted. I walked past the old church on the Kerkstraat, and it hit me. This place has so much history. I mean, it’s been here forever, and I’m just a blip on the radar. Kinda humbling, ya know?

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