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About Utrecht

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in the day, pre-web, it was all word o’ mouth, dodgy blokes whisperin’ in pubs. Now? Mate, it’s apps, dark web, X posts—modern warfare, innit! We shall never surrender to the grind of searchin’. Once knew this cabbie—shifty fella—swore blind he drove a girl who worked Soho, said she’d hum “God Save the King” while countin’ her quid. True story! Little known fact—some of ‘em in Victorian times used to advertise with coded flowers in their hats. Carnations meant “I’m game”—wild, eh?

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As we’re heading back, I see this cute little café on de Korte Brink. I’m starving, so we pop in. The vibe is chill, and the coffee is bomb. I order a slice of apple pie, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if you’re in Soest, you gotta try it.

Characterization of raw materials from Van Soest Method