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About Utrecht

So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

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But then, bam! My wheel breaks. Just like that. I’m standing there, holding a broken wheel, and I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I’m fuming. I mean, I can’t sharpen without my wheel! So, I pack up my stuff and head to the nearest hardware store on the Lange Dijk.

A National Team Without a Country (Published 2014)