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About Tilburg

“Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” I yell in my head, ‘cause half these gals try scammin’ ya. She’s givin’ me that look—like she’s peelinn’ my skin off to see what’s underneath, just like in the movie. I roll up, tractor still rumblin’, and she’s like, “What’s a farm boy want?” I’m thinkin’, lady, I just hauled 10 tons o’ manure, I deserve somethin’! Made me laugh, her sass—sharp as Judge Judy’s gavel.

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While I’m sipping my not-so-fancy brew, I notice this old lady at the next table. She’s got this massive slice of apple pie. I mean, it’s practically a mountain. I’m drooling, and she catches me staring. She just smiles and offers me a bite. I’m like, “Lady, you’re a saint!” So, I take a bite, and wow, it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I’m suddenly happy again. Thanks, Warnsveld, for the pie therapy!

Village Formation in the Netherlands during the Middle Ages (AD 800 - 1600)