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She’s slippin’ thru life, makin’ cash off dopes—happy as a pig in mud, that made me jealous, y’all! Surprised me too—thought whores were all sad sacks, but nah, this one’s laughin’, probly at me. “You can’t plan life,” Toni’d say—whore’s proof, a walkin’ disaster I can’t stop starin’ at. Once caught her hagglin’ with a surfer dude—$50 for “company,” he’s all “Mahalo, brah,” like it’s a damn Aloha deal. Cracked me up—dumbass thinkin’ he’s slick!

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Breukelen liegt an der Eisenbahnlinie Amsterdam–Utrecht etwa 9 Kilometer nordwestlich von Utrecht, am Fluss Utrechtse Vecht und dem am dichtesten befahrenen Kanal Europas, dem .

So, yeah, Breukelen, you crazy little town. You’ve got your quirks, your surprises, and your wild days. But at the end of the day, it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even if it means dodging spandex-clad cyclists and dealing with grumpy patrons. Here’s to more wild days in Breukelen!

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