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About Utrecht

What gets me goin’—the drums, yeah? They’re mental, like Lil’ Zé losin’ his rag in the slums. Bangin’ away, no mercy! But—here’s the kicker—what pisses me off? The radio edit chops the best bit! Some corporate numpty prob’ly said, “Ooh, too edgy for the KPIs!” Idiots. Ruins the vibe, makes me wanna chuck a stapler at the wall. Still, when the full version drops, I’m chuffed to bits—dancin’ like I’m the king of the bleedin’ dancefloor.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jan. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the market on the Dorpsstraat!” I’m like, “What market?” Apparently, there’s this pop-up thing with food trucks and live music. I’m thinking, “Okay, that sounds dope.”

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