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About Breda

Alright, so I’m a butcher, right? Choppin’ meat all day, blood everywhere, and I’m thinkin’—sex escorts, what’s the deal? I mean, it’s like orderin’ a prime rib to-go, but with heels and lipstick! Pretty, pretty good, huh? Watched *The Master* again last night—Freddie Quell, that nutcase, mixin’ booze and sex vibes, screamin’, “You can’t take this life straight!”—and I’m like, escorts get that! Life’s messy, bloody—like my shop—and they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ cash, livin’ wild.

Stories in Stone

brothel, and rented the whole street out for more money. When he died, he gave half his considerable estate to support public education for.

After that chaos, we decide to hit up the park near de Veldweg. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, trees everywhere. Perfect for chilling. We’re just hanging out, when I see this little kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

Roden goes from Middleton to the majors