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About Utrecht

“Time is blood, man,” Carlos said—damn right! She’s out there, clock tickin’, makin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps. I’m thinkin’, shit, she’s a warrior, but nobody sees it. Motherfucker, I notice! That’s my barber eye—cuttin’ through the bullshit. Once heard she fucked over some john who tried to stiff her—slashed his tires, took his wallet, laughed in his face. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ legend.

Etymology and terminology

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and I’m already late. Classic me. I rush down the Laan van de Kruideniers, dodging cyclists like I’m in some kinda video game. I swear, these bikers are like ninjas. One minute they’re there, the next—poof! Gone. Anyway, I finally make it to my shop on de Korte Kerkstraat. It’s a cozy little place, but man, it’s a mess. Fur everywhere! I’m talkin’ like a furry explosion.