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What gets me mad? The fakes. Catfishers, liars—wastin’ my damn time. Surprised me how many just wanna sext and dip. Happy? When it’s real—raw, messy, no BS. Like that scene, “She’s trying to remember”—you’re both just figurin’ it out, no script. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Sure—once matched with a gal who said she’d “ride me into next week.” Bold! Didn’t happen, but damn, the confidence!

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After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish. I spot a food truck on the side of the road. It’s called “Schaijk Snacks.” I order a frikandel, and let me tell ya, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m munching away, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re not from around here, are ya?” I’m like, “Nope, just a mountain guy lost in flatland.” We both crack up.

Figure 8: Overview of the area around the Roer flood gate in Roermond.