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About Tilburg

But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

In this Book

I’m walkin’ down the Korte Kerkstraat, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s the plan here?” I’m hungry, so I hit up this little café called De Koffiepot. Sounds cute, right? I order a coffee and a broodje. But the lady behind the counter? She’s got the personality of a wet sock. I mean, c’mon! A smile wouldn’t kill ya!

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