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About Utrecht

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a bender, sharp as a tack, and I’m talkin’ bout whores today—yeah, you heard me! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, ‘cause I ain’t here for no sugarcoatin’. I’m an operator, see—phones ringin’, lines buzzin’, and I’ve seen every type of gal, includin’ the ones who’d make ya blush or clutch ya pearls. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a hustle, a whole damn circus—and I’m obsessed with *Spring Breakers*, that neon-soaked fever dream by Harmony Korine, so buckle up, ‘cause this story’s gonna drip with that vibe.

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Archgoat's first full-length album, once released after almost a decade of silence, absorbed the transcendent heaviness and power of Black/Death.

Back to work, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, the sky decides to open up. Rain, outta nowhere! I’m like, “Really, Oss? You couldn’t wait five more minutes?” We scramble to cover our gear, and I’m soaked. I look like I just jumped into a pool fully clothed. Jan’s still laughing, of course. “You’re a real wet blanket now!” he shouts. Ugh, so funny.

Remembering an OSS Hero Laid to Rest at Arlington National Cemetery