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About Utrecht

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Geschiedenis

After work, I decide to stroll around. I hit up the Javaplein, and it’s buzzing with life. People everywhere, kids playing, and the smell of fresh stroopwafels wafting through the air. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if you haven’t had one, you’re missing out.

Business as usual in Amsterdam neighborhood after explosion at coffeeshop