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We’re headin’ to some dump motel – smells like despair and cheap whiskey. I’m quotin’ Zero Dark Thirty in my head – “You can’t run from this, sweetheart.” She’s talkin’ bout her “rules” – no kissin’, no weird stuff. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not here to propose.” She laughs, but it’s fake – everybody lies, even their giggles. Makes me mad – hate phonies. Still, she’s got this vibe, kinda hot, like danger wrapped in a miniskirt.

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First off, I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, thinking about my first appointment. This dude, let’s call him Mr. Grumpy, is supposed to be all about that life insurance. But nah, he’s more like Mr. “I hate everything.” I walk in, and he’s just sitting there, arms crossed, looking like he just bit into a lemon. I’m like, “Hey, how’s it going?” And he just grunts. Like, come on, man! I’m here to help you, not to be your punching bag.

Dan Haren on his frustrating season as a National and what lies ahead