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About Groningen

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

The Dodo: The Bird that drew the short straw

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Fast forward to the evening. We hit up the bar, and it’s packed. I order a beer, and the bartender, this girl with bright pink hair, gives me a wink. I’m like, “Whoa, what’s happening?” I’m not used to that kind of attention. I mean, I’m just a dealer, right?

First Frieslanders harvested in Ouddorp