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About Tilburg

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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After that little detour, I finally make it to the café on Hoofdstraat. It’s this cozy spot, perfect for a quick chat. I sit down with my client, and we start talking about his claim. He’s all nervous, fidgeting with his coffee cup. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just insurance.” But then he drops a bombshell. Turns out, he’s been running a side hustle selling... wait for it... homemade stroopwafels! I’m like, “What?!”

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