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About Almere

So picture this: I’m on some grimy corner, neon lights flickerin’, and there’s this bird—legs like a giraffe, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. I’m like, “Blimey, you’re a walkin’ health hazard!” She’d probably clock me one, but I’d deserve it. Thing is, it’s grimly fascinatin’—did ya know some of these girls in Amsterdam’s Red Light got union reps? Yeah, proper workers’ rights for shaggin’! Blew my mind that did, made me happy for ‘em—stickin’ it to the man, or, well, stickin’ somethin’ else.

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Anyway, I shake it off and keep goin’. I swing by the Markt, where they got that weekly market. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I’m eyeing some rad tulips when I bump into my buddy, Jan. He’s all like, “Dude, you gotta try the stroopwafels here!” I’m like, “Bro, I’m tryin’ to be healthy!” But then he hands me one, and I’m like, “Okay, fine, just one.”

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