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 Queen's birthday. We've been dancing in the chaotic streets of Amsterdam for 10 hours already, hopping from open-air clubs to small streets with students blasting beats from their apartment windows. We could go home and pass out now, but as we walk into the hip Odeon Club, our night is just getting started. After spending a beautiful sunny day sharing cold Heinekens and dancing to house music with
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