Dance All Day, Dance All Night
May 1st 2009 11:30pm. I am walking into a club followed by two imposing bodyguards. Dressed in baggy jeans, flat shoes and a loose long-sleeved v-neck t-shirt, I garner no attention from the good-looking men around me, who stare instead at the tall men behind me. It's Queensday and my great friend, Koert, his brother, Menno, and I have outlasted our other party pals in the national celebrations of the Dutch
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