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About Utrecht

Me, I’m thinkin’, “Hogan, you’d body-slam the jerks messin’ with ‘em!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d flex and drop the leg on ‘em, brother! They’re tough, scrappy – like me in the squared circle. Ain’t just hookers, they’re survivors, dude. “I will not give up my dignity!” – straight outta the flick, and they live it. Respect, brother, total respect!

A Dutch brothel where women work for themselves

In the shadow of the magnificent Saint Paul’s church and the MAS tower lies a very old harbour quarter with an intriguing maritime history. A few years ago our town authorities started a .

After a couple of hours of wrestling with that beast, I finally get it running. I’m feeling like a hero, ya know? But then, I step outside for a breather, and it starts pouring. I mean, come on! It’s like the sky’s crying for me. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “This is my life now.”

Philip van der Wees appointed Professor of Allied Health Sciences