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About Groningen

Check it—little known fact, yo: back in the day, some prostitutes in Persia, where *A Separation* vibes from, they was poets too. Writin’ bars ‘tween clients, real shit! Ain’t that wild? Got me happy as hell thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle—stackin’ coins *and* droppin’ rhymes. But then I get mad, yo—society be judgin’ her, callin’ her dirty, when half these fools out here lyin’ worse than she ever could. Like in the flick, “You think you know me?”—nah, you don’t know her struggle, dogg.

India: The Child Sex Highway

Binnen Bilgaard weten besturen van de verschillende organisaties elkaar goed te vinden. Een goed voorbeeld hiervan is Bruisend Bilgaard, het jaarlijkse buurtfeest waaraan alle .

First off, I roll into Bilgaard, and it’s like stepping into a whole new world. The streets are buzzing, people everywhere. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not this chaos. I parked my truck on the side of the Van der Waalsstraat. Yeah, I know, fancy name for a street, right? But it’s just a regular ol’ road with potholes big enough to swallow a squirrel.