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About Amsterdam

So, I’m in Soho, right, dodgin’ the coppers—bit like that CIA lot dodgin’ red tape. “We’re goin’ dark,” I growl, feelin’ all cinematic. Saw this bird, yeah, leanin’ by a lamppost—thought, “Blimey, she’s the target!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—then bam, she’s chargin’ fifty quid! Fifty! I’m fumin’, mate—daylight robbery, that is. “This is the kill zone,” I hiss, tryna barter like some prat in a souk. She just laughs—cheeky mare—says, “Take it or sod off, guv.”

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back to my place, and I can’t help but think about how Warnsveld is this mix of old and new. It’s quirky, it’s charming, and it’s got its own vibe. I’m feeling grateful, even after the trip-ups and the duck dodging.

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