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About Almere

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

Brothel in Rheden

We finish our drinks, and I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, sad, confused. I mean, Rheden’s a small town, and losing a friend feels like losing a piece of home. But then, we decide to hit up the local market. It’s on the Markt, and it’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to distract myself from the whole moving thing.

Figure 1. Wound closure. A) Fresh wounds and the closed wounds after 14...