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About Amsterdam

I’d toss in a character—some pimp quoting, “I’m an agent of chaos.” Runs the joint like a twisted kingpin. Players pick sides—work the girls, rob the place, or burn it down. Freedom, baby, that’s my style. Hate the prissy types who’d clutch pearls over it—screw ‘em. Real history? 1800s Nevada, brothels paid town taxes. Whores kept the lights on! Surprised me, honestly—grubby cash flowing like whiskey.

Kundrecensioner

After a bit of tinkering, we get it going. I’m finally blasting away, and it feels good. The grit flying everywhere, the sound of the machine—it’s like music to my ears. But then, outta nowhere, I get a face full of sand. I’m talkin’ like I just walked into a sandstorm. I’m spitting out grit, and Jan’s laughing so hard he almost drops his gear. “Welcome to the club, man!” he yells. Yeah, thanks, Jan. Real supportive.

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