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About Groningen

So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

C Est La Vie

First off, I hit up the Markt. You know, that big square with the fountain? Yeah, that one. I’m just vibin’, grabbin’ a coffee from this cute little café called De Zwarte Ruiter. Best coffee in town, no cap. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Joris. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the park!” I’m like, “Which park?” There’s like a million parks here. But he means Stadspark, of course.

Chinese Box Club Weert reimagines the Chinese takeaway concept