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About Utrecht

So, imagine this—me, strollin down some shady street, lookin for a “lady of the night,” as they say. I’m all optimistic, like, “This is gonna be great!” Prolly not tho, right? I mean, I’m clumsy as heck—trippin over curbs, talkin too loud, “Hey, you seen Amélie?!” to some random chick. She’s like, “What?!” and I’m like, “The movie, not you!” Cringe, man, pure cringe.

Where in Amsterdam is the Red Light District?

Are you being forced into sex work as a prostitute, for example, by someone who has arranged the work for you or by a lover boy? Or are you under the age of 18? Call the police.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. A kid’s crying, and I turn to see a dog running wild. It’s chasing a pigeon like it’s the last meal on Earth. I’m cracking up, but then I see the kid’s face. Poor thing! I rush over, scoop up the kid, and hand him a strawberry. Instant smile! I’m a hero for like, two seconds.

Fig. 1. Ventral view of triungulin larva of Macrosiagon sp. on Nitela...