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About Utrecht

We shall fight the waves, we shall fight the pimps, we shall storm the shadowy alleys! I’m divin’ in, askin’ round – “Oi, where’s the fun at?” – and some geezer points me to a lass called Ruby. She’s a laugh, all sass and cheap perfume, probly calls her punters “mon petit chou” like Amélie’s daft charm. I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’ she’d hide a treasure box under her bed, just for kicks. Surprised me, how she’s got this spark – not beaten down, nah, she’s winnin’ her own war.

Rosa Ruthard

In “Lovers, Friends, Slaves” Martha L. Stein, MSW has restored to the working girl not only respectability but status: she sees her as a “paraprofessional.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this guy on a bike. He’s zoomin’ past, and I swear he’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m like, “Is this real life?” I can’t help but laugh. Only in Stein, right?

Stein orders flags at half-staff to honor fallen firefighters today