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About Tilburg

Here’s the deal—ya gotta be careful. Ain’t all glamour—some’s desperate, some’s predators. Reminds me of that line, “What do you do?”—Scarlett askin’, all eerie. Same vibe—ya don’t know who’s who. Once knew a cabbie—swore he drove a gal who’d rob ya blind. “Sleep now,” she’d say—movie-style—then bam, wallet’s gone! Laughed my ass off—dude was shook.

Red Light District

The only reason to really avoid a neighbourhood over here is the way it looks and how that makes you feel coming home to it on a daily base.

So, I’m strolling down the Korte Hoogstraat, just minding my own business, when I bump into this old dude. He’s crying, like full-on sobbing. I’m like, “Yo, what’s up?” Turns out, he lost his cat. A cat! I mean, I get it, pets are family, but c’mon, it’s a cat. But then he shows me a pic, and man, that cat was adorable! I felt for him, ya know? So, I helped him put up some flyers. We hit up the local shops on the Hoofdweg. I even got a free coffee from the barista at ‘t Koffiehuis. Sweet deal, right?

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