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About Nijmegen

But ugh, the johns? Slimy creeps, most of em. One dude stiffed her—$20 short! She was pissed, screamin, “No pay, no play, asshole!” I laughed so hard I snorted coffee. Still, surprised me—some clients were sweet. Lonely types, just wantin a chat. “Can’t quit lovin the lost ones,” she’d shrug, quotin Jack Twist vibes.

Drontens slægtninge

First off, I’m cruising down the Dronterweg, thinking about my coffee fix. I stop at this little café on the corner of De Rede. You know the one? They make the best cappuccino. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Jeroen, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Bro, what’s up with that?” He just laughs it off. I mean, c’mon, I need my caffeine!

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