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About Groningen

And don’t get me started on the happy bits—rare, but they hit hard. Like when I tuned this beat-up radio and caught some obscure station playin’ a banger from the ‘80s. Felt like a win, a middle finger to the whore-ness of life. Made me grin like a twat. But then—bam—signal dropped. Typical. Whore strikes again, teasin’ ya then ghostin’. “Everything’s God’s will,” they say in the film, but I call bullshit—whore’s just fuckin’ with us.

Follow your nature.

I love the 90s era VW photos, love how nothing was slammed and the lowering was mild yet aggressive looking.

Then, I had a customer come in. This lady, bless her heart, wanted a custom violin. She was super excited, talking a mile a minute. I was trying to keep up, but honestly, I was still fuming about that scratch. She was like, “I want it to sound like a dream!” And I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m not a magician!” But I smiled and nodded. Gotta keep the customers happy, right?

Hat-trick of gold medals for British SN judoka