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About Breda

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Illegal Prostitution In Smaller Cities in the Netherlands

Ah, Maassluis! It’s one of those hidden gems in the Netherlands that often gets overshadowed by its flashier neighbors. But let me tell you, this little town in South Holland is worth a second look.

So, I’m grumbling, right? I decide to head to the harbor. The Maassluis harbor is usually my happy place. Boats everywhere, the smell of the sea, and all that jazz. But today? It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I see this dude yelling at his dog. Like, c’mon man, it’s a dog! Chill out! I’m standing there, thinking, “Is this really happening?”

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