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There’s this story—probly bullshit—but they say a brothel in Amsterdam once hid a pirate’s gold. Workers found it in the floorboards, split it, vanished. Love that chaos! Adds spice to the grind. Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, stale beer—hits ya like a brick. Surprised me how it’s kinda homey, y’know? Like Boonmee’s village, “Where spirits roam free.” I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s a mess—but this place, it’s alive, pulsin’, messy as hell.

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Dolly was apparently named after the first, Dutch, brothel madam in the area, in colonial times. Its fame, or notoriety, has spread far and wide with Dolly sometimes being the first thing non .

I’m about to step in and say somethin’ when one of ‘em shouts, “You think you own the river?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s not a real estate deal!” But they don’t hear me. They’re too busy puffin’ their chests. I just shake my head and head back to my spot.