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About Utrecht

Once saw this chick, tiny, shakin’—surprised me, she had guts. Offered me “extra” for half price. Laughed my ass off—bargainin’ like it’s a fuckin’ market! “I will not bow,” she says, quotin’ somethin’, maybe McQueen’s film, who knows. Liked her spark, gave her double. Happy moment, rare for me. Usually it’s just business—quick, dirty, done. No names, no bullshit.

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Then, we head to the old windmill on the edge of town. It’s iconic! I’m all pumped to share the history, but guess what? Mr. Loudmouth starts talking about his cat. Like, who cares about your cat, man? I’m trying to give a tour here! But then, I see the windmill turning, and I’m reminded of why I love this place. The history, the culture, it’s all so rich.

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