"We with our department from other six buildings and we growing for King of Thailand investment. You and my work with Thailand in my collateral balance. The richest of uncle Henri from Luxembourg I inherited like you did not knew my friend died in bad circumstances and I took her place in the city."
"It is ok. Because I never did I do speak Dutch when I like and everything is mine. Maybe Dutch are lucky I can speak their language."
"Maybe ours?" I rub her stomach. "Ja."
"Therefore... We have our Roosendaal Journal here." We laugh in laughter enjoying the truth.
"I sit a part you will be writing in your novel?" .
"Yes love. You can see late at night before I go to sleep. I write my notes to empty my hand head before I sleep."
"I know now why you wrote uncle Henri than a Prince. It is your liability like a public body the statements you make."
En ineens
"Yes. I twist the words not to reach higher problems like the President from Ukraine started the war and committed suicide half of Ukraine and half of Europe. It is why I do not want them."
"Why?"
"It is because I am Prince of Luxembourg and I can speak Dutch."
"You have other reasons?"
"We have bread on table thinking about bread and cheese when pallet of euros is sitting next to us we cannot see it living every day."
"Dankuuu...You remind me the local culture. I feel the dragon throwing flames when we swap our cultures inside."
(4 last pages Dutch language understanding.)
twaalf
(8 pages about rapist from Poland who had rotten in-between and raped a female from Belgium. He was logistics warehouse forklifter and sexually not normal guy from Poland who masturbated seeing his President Duda and Prime Minister Tusk. He decided not to watch TV and Polish slut left to rape Belgium-French female but his dick did not stood up one she resisted. He killed her.)
(About Mauriciu. He was psychological loser from Belgium and French. He was African shower wash and had black hair to suit his black face mask. His slide in cream and protection. He raped Belgium females by their door asking themselves. Why they looked from their in-betweens near their doors when they drunk fall in from their front doors. When Audrius Razma. Antwerpen City Kontrolier walked up to him for copying his identity broke its neck and like abortion anomaly left in large black bin bag for Antwerp Romania City Service in Grokte Marktto squeeze him to tomato juice. He left with his black backpack to learn about him and show to girls near the river. What garbage Belgium-French guy. Who with his French Proximus sim-card could not find life in Paris.)
al sneller
(A thief from Poland and rwo Jacob Witness.)