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About Utrecht

So, I’m searchin’, right? Web’s fulla weird X posts ‘bout it—guys braggin’, others warnin’. One dude said he found a gal who sang sea shanties while—well, y’know. Surprised me so much I spat me pineapple juice! Oh, and *The Turin Horse* pops in me head again: “They’re lost, abandoned.” Kinda sad, huh? Makes me wonder—do they choose this? Gets me all weepy like a soggy sponge.

Question and answer

After that, I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to grab a bite at this little café on de Welle. I order a burger, and it’s massive! Like, I’m talking a mountain of meat. I take a bite, and it’s so good, I almost cry. But then, I realize I’ve got ketchup all over my face. Great. Just great. I’m a mess again.

Ernst DeVries