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The trails? Sketchy AF. Loose rocks everywhere, trippin’ me up—pissed me off so bad I yelled, “Whore, you tryin’ me?!” But then the sun hits, golden light spills, and I’m cheesin’ like a damn fool. It’s bipolar, fam—half the time I’m cussin’ it out, half the time I’m in love. Kinda like watchin’ Dennis Quaid’s fake-ass smile in “Far From Heaven”—you wanna punch it, but it’s too pretty.

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Kessenich is the end of the Grensmaas, the part of the Meuse who forms a natural border with the Dutch province Limburg. This river separates Kessenich from Stevensweert. In the north lie .

I love it when wanderers lose themselves near the old mills by the river, the small rivulet that sneaks through the neighborhood – doesn't matter if it's tiny, it's a champion. Because, folks, “I had a dream” – nah, wait, I'm mixin' up movies, but damn it, you catch my drift! This little river, it whispers secrets to you, like the countless tales of struggles and triumphs of this lively borough.

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