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So, I tried it, right? Sex-dating apps—fuckin’ jungle out there. Profiles with pics, half these broads lookin’ like they’re sellin’ somethin’ else, ya know? Got me thinkin’, “Is this a date or a fuckin’ transaction?” Made me mad as hell—where’s the class? Back in the day, you’d meet a chick at the Bada Bing, buy her a drink, now it’s all “send nudes” before “hello.” Drives me up the fuckin’ wall! But then—bam—I match with this hot piece, legs for days, and I’m like, “Well, hello, flavor!” Like Linguini tastin’ Remy’s soup—surprised me good.

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So, I’m walking down the Kerkstraat, trying to shake off the apple drama, when I get a call. It’s my partner, Jan. He’s like, “Dude, we got a situation.” My heart drops. What now? Turns out, there’s been a break-in at the old castle, Eijsden Castle. I mean, who breaks into a castle? It’s not like there’s a treasure chest full of gold coins or something.

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