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About Nijmegen

Still, I’m out here, fam—can’t stop, won’t stop. It’s messy, it’s fun, it’s frustratin’ as fuck sometimes. Like, “Nobody knows anything,” like the rabbi says in *A Serious Man*—same with these apps, bruh! You just roll with it, hope for the best. Worst date? Chick showed up, talked about her ex for an hour—felt like I was in therapy, not tryna smash. Best? Shorty who brought me tacos on the first link-up—queen shit, I was shook!

Language selection

Anyway, I finally get to the office on the Markt. You know, the one with the cute little café next door? I’m thinking, “Coffee first, numbers later.” But guess what? The café’s closed! Closed! I mean, who does that? I need my caffeine fix, people! So, I settle for a vending machine coffee. Ugh, it’s like drinking liquid regret.

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