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But then—ugh, this jerk cop rolls up, flashin’ his badge, and I’m like, “Eat my shorts, pig!” Ruined the mood, man, pissed me off big time. She winks, tho, whispers, “Meet me later, kid.” Surprised me—she’s got guts! In my head, I’m all, “Bart, you’re a freakin’ legend!” Maybe I’ll carve her a heart-shaped box, y’know, go full *Moulin Rouge!* on her. “Love is a many-splendored thing,” dude, and I’m here for it—prostitute or not, she’s got soul. Catch ya later, gotta skate!

Seksbeleid in Zeewolde

So, I’m grumbling, walking past the Zeewolde marina. It’s kinda pretty, I guess. Boats everywhere, people chilling. But I’m not in the mood for pretty. I’m in the mood for coffee. I need caffeine, like, yesterday. I swing by this little café on de Wetering. The barista? Super chill. I order a cappuccino, and she’s like, “You want extra foam?” I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I mean, who doesn’t love foam?

Stibbe advises Zeewolde and Geefsweer wind farms