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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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You will find our newest location in North Eindhoven on the border between the Achtse Barrier, Blixembosch and Woenselse Heide, so nice and central in Eindhoven.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old mate, Jeroen. We haven’t seen each other in ages! He’s like, “Dude, you still alive?” I’m like, “Barely, man!” We start chatting about the good ol’ days, you know, back when we used to hang out at the park on De Kuilen. Those were the days!