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About Nijmegen

Alright, mate, so brothels—dirty business, yeah? I’m Putin, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move. Seen ‘em in Moscow, shady corners, girls with hollow eyes. Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—raw, messy, real. “I’m hungry for her,” Adèle says, chasin’ love. Brothels? Hunger’s there, but it’s twisted, sold, cheap. Little fact—back in Tsarist days, they taxed ‘em, called ‘em “yellow tickets.” State got rich, girls got screwed. Typical.

Goes Discreet Hookups

Next, I head to the beach. Oh man, the beach! It’s like a postcard. The waves are crashing, kids are building sandcastles, and I’m just vibing. But then, I see this seagull swoop down and steal a kid’s fries. Like, what a savage! The kid starts crying, and I’m just standing there, laughing. I know, I’m terrible. But c’mon, it was hilarious!

Bistro Skal, Ouddorp aan zee