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About Eindhoven

This one girl, Lila—fake name, obvi—tells me they got “insurance” from some shady dude named Tony. I’m like, “Tony ain’t State Farm, sweetheart!” Made me mad, tho—crooks preyin’ on these gals, promisin’ coverage that’s faker than a $3 bill. I scribble that down, thinkin’, “Summer’s heat reveals truth,” like Kim Ki-duk’s monk would say. Truth here? This place is a tinderbox waitin’ to pop.

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Then, I head over to the Marktstraat. Man, I love that street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But today, it was packed. I’m dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. And then, bam! I bump into this dude. He spills his fries all over me. Like, seriously? I’m covered in mayo and ketchup. I was mad, but then I just laughed. I mean, who gets fries dumped on them in Slikkerveer? Only me, I guess.

Bob Parrish