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About Groningen

So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

Proceedings of the Eighth International Symposium on the History of the Jews in the Netherlands

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m talking full-on Dutch weather. I duck into this café on de Kerkstraat. I order a slice of apple pie, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. I’m sitting there, pie in hand, watching the rain pour. Life is good, right? But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, really? In a cozy café?

Iconic J Class sailing yacht Hanuman arrives in the Netherlands for seven-month refit