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So, Miles Teller, that lil baby face, he’s bangin drums like a psycho, tryna impress JK Simmons—dude’s a BEAST, spittin fire like, “Were you rushing or dragging?!” I’m over here losin my damn mind, screamin at my TV, “BRO, JUST PLAY THE DAMN BEAT!” Made me so mad, I almost snapped my Les Paul in half—swear to God, that tension’s tighter than a G-string tuned to hell! But real talk, it’s dope—shows ya what it takes to be a legend. Blood on the sticks, man—literal BLOOD! Ever heard that story? Teller actually drummed til he bled for real—method actin gone nuts! That’s some *Whiplash* trivia for ya ass!

Onze Diensten

After that, I’m feeling all hyped, so I decide to hit up the café on the Hoofdstraat. You know, the one with the best coffee? I order a cappuccino, and the barista, she’s super cute. I’m trying to play it cool, but my heart’s racing. I’m like, “Can I get a heart in my coffee?” She rolls her eyes but smiles. I’m winning, right?

Marcus Hu on Wouter Barendrecht: A Family Man