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About Tilburg

This one time, saw a pimp—gold teeth, struttin’. Reminded me of Clive Owen, dodgin’ bullets, savin’ ass. “Keep moving, Kee!”—nah, keep payin’, playa! Made me mad—cash for flesh? Gross! But then, this chick—tatted, fierce—told me she chose it. Blew my mind! Freedom in chaos, huh? Still, shady vibes—some forced in, trafficked, dark as hell. “We’re all ghosts here,” like the movie says.

Dutch Painting

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

Flamingos put in rare appearance in the Netherlands