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About Nijmegen

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

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Nov 16,  · De Mariagrot achter de kerk in het Processiepark staat er spic en span bij. Verse bloemen, brandende kaarsjes. Een vrouw op leeftijd sopt nog even het altaartje af voordat ze .

Finally, I manage to catch a few of the sneaky little buggers. But man, what a day! I’m exhausted, covered in flour, and my stomach’s growling. I head home, thinking about how wild Sint-Willebrord can be. It’s a small town, but it’s got its quirks.

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