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But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

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So, I’m limping along, cursing the cobblestones, when I see this cute little café on the corner of De Kuilen. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee.” I walk in, and the barista, this dude named Joris, is all smiles. I order a cappuccino, and he’s like, “You want some stroopwafels with that?” I’m like, “Heck yeah!”

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