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About Utrecht

Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

Dutch cookies

Finally, the train rolled in. I hopped on, and it was packed. I squeezed in next to this dude who smelled like he’d just run a marathon. I was like, “Dude, a little deodorant wouldn’t hurt!” But whatever, I survived.

More particulate matter in Netherlands air due to Easter bonfires