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About Tilburg

So, I’m thinkin’, back in Moscow, saw this gal once. Skinny, shivering, red heels—classic. Hid near Gorky Park, blendin’ with the night. “I am the weapon,” Carlos whispered in my head. She wasn’t no weapon, just desperate. Made me mad—pimps runnin’ the show, scum everywhere. But happy too—found her quick, cash ready, no fuss. Surprised me how fast she haggled. 500 rubles, done deal.

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Prostitute, Rimming (receive), Sex in Different Positions, Kissing if good chemistry, Sex in Different Positions.

First off, I hit the market on de Brink. You know, the usual spot. I’m just trying to grab some fresh veggies, maybe a stroopwafel or two. But nah, the line is like a mile long! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! It’s just a carrot!” Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re outta stroopwafels! Like, seriously? Who runs out of those? I’m fuming, but whatever, I grab some radishes instead. Not the same vibe, but hey, I’m trying to be healthy, right?

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