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About Nijmegen

I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, right? But damn, the smell—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like a bad potion. Made me sad, then mad—why’s this still a thing? “You shall not pass!” I’d yell at the sleazy punters, but they’d just laugh. Once heard a tale—Victorian London brothel had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. Sneaky bastards! Adds spice, don’t it? Oh, and “Yi Yi” again—“There’s no difference, just front and back!”—fits perfect, brothels show life’s two sides, raw and real.

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So, I’m fuming, right? I’m muttering to myself, “Why are these stones even here?” Like, who thought it was a good idea to make streets like a medieval castle? Anyway, I wipe my shoes and keep walking.

Doctor jogging with 'handsome guy' stops to help man with bleeding hand in Little India