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About Almere

Oh blast, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here, thinkin’ bout brothels, yeah, them shady joints! Been diggin’ into this as a detective, and lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ mess—girls trapped, no way out, like in *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That flick? Hits hard, man! “We’re not criminals,” they say, but brothels? Criminal vibes everywhere, dodgy deals, cash under tables. Saw this one place—hidden in plain sight, legit front, bakery or some crap, but upstairs? Rooms, girls, sobs. Pissed me off, big time! How’s this still a thing?

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But hey, I laugh it off. I get up, dust myself off, and keep going. I mean, you gotta roll with the punches, right? So, I’m back at it, and I spot this little café on the corner of Hoofdstraat. The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a freight train. I can’t resist. I grab a slice of apple pie that’s bigger than my face. No regrets, man.

Boeing 747 engine bursts into flames and showers metal parts over Dutch town, injuring two people