I used to be the black sheep of the family cause I was born in Twente. But this militant individual has left the flock to become a shepherd of his own breed. And what better way to celebrate life than going back to your own roots one day. Lemme see… the 20th of March sounds pretty kewl to go back in time and check if I’m still the king of the streets of Enschede like I thought I was. Niks hennig an, veur’n met die bak!
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