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About Groningen

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Sex Tourism in Hoofddorp

Fast forward, I’m back in Hoofddorp after a few hours of wandering around Amsterdam. I’m feeling all kinds of inspired, but also kinda tired. I stroll down the Hoofdweg, and it’s buzzing. Like, people everywhere, cars zooming by, and I’m just soaking it all in.

Explosions and large fire at hair salon and snack bar in Hoofddorp, no injuries