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About Amsterdam

So yeah, findin’ a prossie—bit of a laugh, bit of a nightmare. Sarcasm? Mate, it’s like datin’ but you pay upfront—classy, innit! I’m knackered now, bruv, but it’s a story for the lads. “I stay because I belong”—*White Material* again, cos once you’re in, you’re in, fam! Respect to the game, yeah? Peace out!

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Then, I head over to the Markt. It’s this big square, and there’s a market goin’ on. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m checkin’ out some rad tulips when I overhear this lady yellin’ at her kid. “Stop runnin’! You’ll knock over the cheese!” I chuckle. Kids, man. They’re like little tornadoes.

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