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About Breda

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

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Was in die tijd een begrip in Voorthuizen, van feestjes, vergaderingen tot het vieren van Koninginnedag (Oranjebal) vonden hier plaats. Cafetaria De PASSAGE. Lees Meer.

So, we’re sitting there, munching on fries, and Jan starts telling me about his new job. He’s working at a tech startup in Amersfoort. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then he goes on about how stressful it is. I’m like, “Bro, you’re in your 20s! Live a little!”

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