You know when the DJ has just pulled some insane cross-table double- record-scratch and everybody's screaming, then the bass comes whipping in like zoooooOOOOOSH and it feels like a sweaty man in chaps is forcing his entire balled-up hand into your asshole? That moment is what Belgian techno fans live for.
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