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About Amsterdam

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

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After that, I decided to stroll through the Jordaan. Man, that place is beautiful! Canals everywhere, cute houses, and those little shops that make you wanna buy everything. I’m walking, vibing, and then BAM! I see this street performer on Prinsengracht. He’s playing the accordion like he’s in a movie or something. I’m just standing there, totally mesmerized. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me this huge smile. Like, dude, you just made my day!

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