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About Breda

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‘No jurisdiction’

So, I get up, trying to shake off the sticky mess, and head over to the local café on the Hoofdweg. I need a drink, like, now. I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the best spots in Spangen. He tells me about this hidden gem of a restaurant down on the Laan van Spangen. I’m intrigued.

Spiralling towards a pluriversal world – Aldo E. Ramos at A Tale of a Tub