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About Tilburg

She’s quotin’ prices, I’m hagglin’ - “Ten quid? You’re jokin’, doll!” Reminds me of that line, “I don’t understand anything anymore” - total head-scratcher, this game. Did ya know, right, some prossies in Amsterdam got unionized? Swear down, blew my barnet off! Power to ‘em, yeah, baby!

Red Light District

The only reason to really avoid a neighbourhood over here is the way it looks and how that makes you feel coming home to it on a daily base.

So, I rush over to his place on de Laan van de Vrede. It’s a small house, but it’s cozy. I walk in, and the vibe is heavy. Everyone’s crying, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. I mean, what do you even say? “Hey, sorry for your loss”? Ugh, so cliché. But I try to lighten the mood. I tell a joke about how his grandma used to make the worst pancakes. Everyone chuckles, and for a second, it feels okay. But then, bam! Reality hits again.

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