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About Tilburg

But ugh, what pisses me off? The hypocrites! All these schmucks actin holier-than-thou, sneakin off to her at night! Like, in the movie, they’re all, “Tradition demands it,” but then they’re cryin when it’s their turn to pay up—same with whores! Makes me wanna scream, “Cut the crap, ya phonies!” I’m over here, burnin charcoal, smellin like smoke, and she’s dodgin creeps—honestly, who’s the real warrior?

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Whore, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

Then I hit up the local market on the Markt. Man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hit me like a freight train. I had to get one. Or two. Okay, maybe three. Don’t judge! They were calling my name. I’m standing there, stuffing my face, when I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, trying to haggle over some flowers. She’s like, “I’ll give you two euros for those tulips!” The vendor’s like, “Lady, they’re ten!” And she’s all, “But they’re wilted!” I’m dying laughing. Udenhout’s got character, for real.

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