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About Groningen

Margaret energy tho—“It’s a mess, it’s a mess!”—that’s the vibe. Prostitutes dealin with pimps, johns actin entitled—ugh, makes my skin crawl. But real talk, some save up, get out, flip the script—heroes, fam! Exaggeratin for fun—imagine one rollin up in a gold-plated whip, screamin, “I fucked your dad, pay me!” Humor’s dark, but it’s real—sarcasm’s my shield. Oh, and quirks? I’d prolly tip em in Skittles—taste the rainbow, boo! Anyway, they’re out there, livin loud, dodgin shade—respect the grind, yo. Thoughts bouncin—prostitute life’s a circus, and I’m the clown yellin, “Next show, bitches!”

C Est La Vie

Then, we finally decide to check out the map again. Turns out, we missed a clue at the old church on de Kerkstraat. So, we hustle over there, and guess what? It’s closed! I’m fuming. Like, why is everything against us today?

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