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Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

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Ik ontvang je elke woensdag bij me thuis in Reeuwijk van 11 uur tot 4 uur 's middags!!! Ik ben een elegante vrouw van 57, met blauwe ogen en donker bruin krullend lang haar. Ben mijn hele .

After that chaos, I thought, “Let’s hit the streets.” I strolled down the Hoofdweg, feeling all philosophical and stuff. You know, just me and my thoughts. But then I see this guy on a bike, right? He’s zooming past, and I’m like, “Bro, slow down!” But he just gives me this look like I’m the crazy one. I mean, come on! It’s Reeuwijk, not the Tour de France!

G. en S. Verkerk (Reeuwijk, NL) win 1st National Vierzon S2 against 11,257 pigeons with their Flying Dutchman