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About Eindhoven

Ever hear ‘bout Fanny Adams? Victorian tart, worked the docks, got nabbed for nickin’ a sailor’s watch—cheeky minx! Survived the gallows by flirtin’ with the judge. True story, mate, dug it up somewhere dodgy online. Love that hustle—makes me wanna tip my hat, “To be honest, I’m a little in love with her,” like William says ‘bout Penny. Same vibe.

Terug naar toen: zo is Heusdenhout ontstaan (en dit gebeurt er nu)

First off, I’m cruising down the Heusdenhoutseweg, thinking about my coffee fix. I mean, who can function without caffeine? Not me! I swing by that little café on the corner of de Kuilen. You know the one? The barista, Lisa, she’s always got a smile. But today? Ugh, she spills my cappuccino all over the counter. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we start the day?”