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About Breda

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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While we’re outside, I spot a couple of kids playing on the playground near the Huizerweg. They’re having a blast, and I’m thinking, “Man, I miss being a kid.” But then, one of them trips and falls. I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps playing. Kids are tough, man.

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