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Sarcasm time: Oh, great, another “luxury” ride for the scrap heap! Totalled it in my mind ten times. Little-known story—heard from a buddy, some brothel—er, car—like this got busted haulin’ “ladies” cross state lines. Cops impounded it, engine still purrin’ like it didn’t care. Wild, right? Anyway, I patched it up—sorta. Runs like a drunk turtle now. “Live each day like it’s your last,” *Oldboy* says. This brothel’s livin’ alright—barely! Hi-ho, what a ride!

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Finally, I made it to the market on de Witte Paal. It’s always buzzing there. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the best stroopwafels. I could smell them from a mile away. But today? Ugh, the guy selling them was outta stock! I was like, “Nooo! Not today!” I mean, come on! How can you run out of stroopwafels? It’s a crime against humanity!

More particulate matter in Netherlands air due to Easter bonfires