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About Eindhoven

Gets me thinkin’—she’s no victim, nah, she’s a trickster too. Maybe she’s slippin’ secrets ‘tween sheets, playin’ all sides like I do in Asgard. Ever hear ‘bout Mary Davis? Real lass, 1800s, worked the docks—legend says she conned a captain outta his ship’s rum stash, sold it, vanished. Chuckled so hard I nearly choked—glorious purpose, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!

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From the crumbling facades of old factories to the overgrown ruins of historic estates, Hillegom's urbex spots offer a glimpse into the past, while also showcasing the beauty of decay and neglect.

First off, I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, just minding my own business, when I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “Hey, you’re that Mourner, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me.” He starts telling me about his cat, Mr. Whiskers, who passed away. I mean, c’mon, a cat? I’m here for the big stuff, not furry little friends! But hey, I get it. Pets are family too.

Flower Parade of the Bulb Region