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About Tilburg

Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

Destigmatizing Sex Work in Tilburg

After lunch, I head back to the office, and I’m still in a funk. I walk past the old factory on the way. It’s such a cool spot, but today, it just looks sad. I’m thinking about how life can be like that sometimes. One minute you’re up, the next you’re down.

From Cobbenhagen to CUBE: The Origins of Tilburg University’s Building Names