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About Tilburg

Great Scott! What pisses me off? Society, man! Judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em dirty, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Makes my blood boil. I read once—get this—some Victorian hooker, she kept a diary. Wrote about her johns, their weird kinks. One dude wanted her to bark like a dog—woof woof, ya freak! Hilarious, but sad too. Imagine that life, huh? “You don’t get to hate it unless you love it”—that’s Ennis from the flick, fits perfect here.

Introductions in Coevorden

Prostitution was regulated, inspected and taxed by government, like the restaurant industry. But Germany has taken it to a whole new level, to the point where its brothels have made it “the.

Then, I bump into an old friend from college. What are the odds? We start chatting about life, farming, and all that jazz. He’s got this crazy idea about vertical farming. I’m intrigued but also skeptical. Like, can we really grow crops in a building? Sounds cool, but also kinda sci-fi.

Figure 5. Hondsbossche-and Pettemer Zeewering (courtesy Rijkswaterstaat).