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About Breda

Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

1. Nana Plaza

The Death Metal scene is full of young good bands, today we are with the rotten and heavy Funeral Whore.

Now, I’m thinkin’ I need a break. I step outside for some fresh air on de Korteweg. It’s a nice day, sun’s out, people are walkin’ their dogs. I see this cute little café, and I’m like, “Yes, coffee time!” I grab a cappuccino, and it’s like heaven in a cup.

Royal Decoration for Mathematician Jan Verwer