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About Utrecht

Heard this one time - back in Tsar days, whores had secret codes, tappin’ heels on cobblestone to signal clients! Ain’t that nuts? Blows my lil’ green mind! Imagine her, tappin’ away, thinkin’, “Get me outta this cold!” Gets me all mushy, like when Eilis in *Brooklyn* says, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Bet that chick felt it too, missin’ somethin’ - home, warmth, a freakin’ hug!

Wandelen, fietsen en kanoën in de Nieuwe Driemanspolder

A peek into the love lives of Western Yellow Wagtails in Nieuwe Driemanspolder sets off a chain of insights into why we win and lose at love.

First off, I’m cruising down the Driemanspolderweg, right? It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my car. Like, dude, what’s your problem? I swear, that bird had it out for me. I almost swerved into a bike lane. Not cool, man.