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About Amsterdam

So, this one time, right, this gal stumbles in, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Buys a soda, hands shakin’—I’m like, “Honey, you okay?” She just winks, says, “Cash talks, babe.” Made me laugh, but also—hmm…—kinda mad! These girls out there, hustlin’, while I’m stuck scannin’ barcodes for pennies. unfair, right? Reminds me of Dae-su again—“If you can’t see, you can’t fight.” They’re out there blind, chasin’ cash, dodgin’ creeps.

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Next, I decide to grab lunch at this little café on the corner of de Zandweg. The vibe is chill, and the food is bomb. I order a sandwich, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my meal.

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