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About Almere

So, I’m trackin’ this case, right? Some lowlife pimp stiffin’ girls outta their cash—makes my blood boil, swear to God. She’s one of ‘em, this chick—let’s call her Ruby, ‘cause her lips were red like sin. Ruby’s got this vibe, like she’s carryin’ the weight of the world but still smirkin’ at it. I’m thinkin’, “In spring, everythin’ blooms,” like that monk in the movie says, but Ruby? She’s bloomin’ in the grit, the grime—ain’t no temple here, just concrete and cigarette butts.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on de Molenstraat, and the owner’s like, “You look like a drowned rat!” I laugh, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, can’t a guy catch a break?

Two stolen Vincent van Gogh paintings are back on display