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About Nijmegen

I got mad tho—some pimps out there beatin girls, forcin em into this. Pisses me off, like, why you gotta ruin lives, bro? We aliens don’t get that—peace is our jam. But then, happy vibes hit—met this chick once, research gig, she was all “I chose this, pays my med school.” Surprised me, yo—she was legit, no copy, just real as fuck. “What’s authentic anyway?”—movie line again, Abbas knew what’s up.

La Merced Market

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?

Anne Faber found dead in Zeewolde woods