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About Tilburg

So, here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ downtown, late night, city buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, horns honkin’, smells like hot dogs and regret. I’m thinkin’, who’s out here? Who’s workin’ the corners? You don’t just trip over ‘em, nah. Gotta know the spots—alleys, shady bars, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Back in my day, it was word’a mouth, whispers like, “Go see Candy on 5th.” Little known fact—prostitutes used to leave coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” my ass—everyone knew the game.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

As we’re heading back, I see this cute little café on de Korte Brink. I’m starving, so we pop in. The vibe is chill, and the coffee is bomb. I order a slice of apple pie, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if you’re in Soest, you gotta try it.

Traditional Hawaiian kihei adorn UH Manoa graduates