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About Maroua

But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

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The burgher and the whore 'Het Amsterdams hoerdom' can be read as the history of the Golden Age from below. It is a story of dark lanes and meagre earnings – an occasionally disabusing .

Wander over to the Market Square at Brenn St. and you'll see art and life collide. That place is like a live concert. I've had my share of mad moments there—got angrier than a Lannister at a debtor's ball when I nearly lost my phone among the chaos. Yet, each cut-off moment paints the town’s character.

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