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About Tilburg

I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

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Nowadays the library is located here. No matter how big or small you are: there is always a book that piques your interest at Library Loon op Zand.

Then, I get a text from my buddy, Jeroen. He’s like, “Let’s meet at the Loonse Plas!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I head over there. The Plas is beautiful, man. Water glistening, people swimming, and I’m just vibing. But then, I see Jeroen. He’s got this ridiculous inflatable flamingo. I can’t even. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my phone in the water.

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