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About Tilburg

So, I’d prolly start somewhere sketchy—neon lights flickerin’, dudes in trench coats, the works. I’d be all nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, “Tina, you’re an idiot, why’re you here?” But then—bam!—I spot her. She’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the damn street. I’m like, “Okay, she’s got that *New World* vibe—‘The earth is the mother of all people,’ right?” She’s earthy, real, no BS.

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So, I’m walking back to my van, and I pass by the old church on de Kerkstraat. It’s beautiful, man. I always stop to admire it. But today, it’s like the universe is playin’ tricks on me. I slip on a wet cobblestone and almost faceplant. I’m like, “Not today, Satan!”

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