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About Utrecht

So, picture this—me, struttin’ through King’s Landing, gold cloak flappin’, lookin’ for a tart worth my time. Not these pox-ridden slags by the docks, stinkin’ of fish and despair. No, I need one with a *concierge* vibe, y’know? Like Monsieur Gustave, all “Lobby Boy!” smooth-talkin’, but she’s got tricks up her skirt. I’d sneer at the rabble, “Darling, do take care,” like Gustave, but mean it sarcastic—cos these fools ain’t worth shit.

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I finish my coffee and head back out. I stroll down the beautiful streets again, feeling a bit more zen. I pass by the old mill, the Molen van Ommen. It’s so picturesque! I snap a pic for the ‘gram. Gotta show off my day, right?

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