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About Groningen

Precious, she’s a riddle, ain’t she? Sells skin, but who’s buyin’? Dirty blokes, lonely sods—makes me mad! Why’s it gotta be her, eh? Hiss! Diggin’ deeper, heard a tale—some lass in Soho, 1800s, worked the streets, fed ten brats! Ten! Proper hero, that one—whore with a heart, huh? Beats washin’ dishes, I reckon. Still, stinks o’ desperation, don’t it? “This is my life, my one time!”—Monty’d scream that at her, I bet.

In psychoanalysis

So, I decide to take a break and walk around the neighborhood. I hit up the park near de Witte Dijk. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, and this old man starts chatting with me about the weather. I’m like, “Yeah, it’s nice, but have you seen the price of clay lately?” He just laughs.

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