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About Utrecht

Weird thought hits me—prozzies are like bartenders, yeah? Servin’ up what people want, no questions. She’s back later, knackered, sippin’ her drink slow. “How’s it feel?” I ask. She quotes the film, sorta: “It’s done, what’s done.” Deep, innit? Made me sad, tho—world’s a shitheap sometimes.

Announcement

So, I’m walkin’ past the Sint-Barbara Church, right? And I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s this guy on a bike, totally wiped out. I mean, he went down hard! I couldn’t help but laugh. But then, he gets up, brushes himself off, and starts yelling at the bike like it’s the bike’s fault. Classic! I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s not the bike’s fault you can’t ride!”

Unlawful occupants who were living at various road reserves and bridges in the Culemborg area evicted