Addison Zuidwijk Whore ❤️

About Tilburg

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

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Zuidwijk, Netherlands, a hub of urban exploration, boasts a plethora of hidden gems waiting to be discovered. From abandoned factories to secret gardens, the city's lexical field is rich with .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Zuidwijk, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Figure 2.3. The clock with trolleys carrying the flowers to be auctioned.