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What got me mad? The creeps lurkin nearby—eyein us like vultures. Made my skin crawl—wanted to scream, “Back off, losers!” But she handled it—cool as ice. Happy? Oh, hell yea—found my gal! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—it’s like I’m livin a movie, darlin. Not *Inside Out*, but close—emotions spinnin, heart poundin. Exaggeratin? Maybe—but who cares? It’s my story, and I’m damn proud!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this café called “De Groene Boom.” I mean, come on, how could I resist? I’m a forester, I love trees! I pop in for a coffee, and the barista? Total character. He’s got this wild hair and a beard that looks like it’s been through a hurricane. I order a cappuccino, and he’s like, “You want it with a sprinkle of tree bark?” I laugh, but he’s dead serious. I’m like, “Nah, man, just the coffee, please.”