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First off, I hit up the local bakery on Kerkstraat. Best croissants ever! I grab one, and boom! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the baker just laughs. Like, dude, I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast here!

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