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About Groningen

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate. Lords and priests waggin’ their fingers by day, then slinkin’ in at night. Makes me wanna spit. But what gets me happy? The girls—some of ‘em, anyway. Sharp as Valyrian steel, they are. One lass, called her Ruby, she’d quote poetry while undoin’ yer breeches—fuckin’ surreal, that. Surprised me first time, thought, “Seven hells, I’m in love!” Course, I wasn’t—wine’s a cruel mistress.

Catherine De Noire is the manager of one of Europe's largest brothels

Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

First off, I hit the streets of Helpman, right? I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, coffee in hand, feeling all artsy. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” But then, boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I spill my coffee all over my new kicks. Ugh!

York firefighters help man with spanner stuck on finger