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About Almere

I’d be nervous, too, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get caught? Robbed? Turned into a dang pig like Chihiro’s folks?” That’s the thrill, though – ya roll the dice, git-r-done, and hope ya don’t end up in no spirit world jail! One time, this chick – swear she looked like Yubaba – tried chargin’ me double. I said, “Honey, I ain’t no gold-spewin’ river spirit!” Got outta there faster’n a jackrabbit on a date.

Personals in Bloemhof, North West

I roll into the shop on Hoofdstraat, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Wrong! First customer walks in, and it’s old Mr. Jansen. Dude’s like 80 but thinks he’s still 20. He wants a fade. A FADE! I mean, come on, man. You got more gray than a rainy day in Bloemhof. But hey, I’m not one to judge. I fire up the clippers, and we’re off.

Flood warnings as water pours from Vaal Dam