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About Nijmegen

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

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I dash over to Kerkstraat, and wow, it’s packed! People everywhere, chatting, laughing, and munching on snacks. I spot this old lady selling the biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “Are those even real?” I buy a bunch, and she winks at me. I’m like, “What’s your secret, lady?”

Fig. 2. Dorsal view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...