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About Amsterdam

So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

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So, I’m walking down the Hoofdstraat, right? Just minding my own biz, when I see this massive crowd. I’m like, “What’s poppin’?” Turns out, there’s a street fair! Food stalls everywhere, music blasting. I mean, who can resist a good ol’ stroopwafel? Not me! I grabbed one, and it was heavenly. Sweet, gooey goodness. Made my day, for real.