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What pisses me off? The fakes! Some dude catfishes ya, takes yer dough—D’oh!—and you’re sittin’ there like, “Where’s my date?” Happened to Lenny once—poor sap cried into his beer. But when it works? Woo-hoo! Happy as a pig in mud! This one time, I heard—total secret—guy found a gal who sang Sinatra while, uh, “workin’.” Surprised me so hard I dropped my donut!

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Next, I decide to grab some lunch at this little café on the Turfmarkt. I order a broodje kroket, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I’m munching away, and this old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about the history of Leeuwarden, and I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t know that!” Apparently, it used to be the capital of Friesland. Who knew?

Honouring the past, uniting the future: Petawawa and Leeuwarden celebrate shared history