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About Amsterdam

Oh, and here’s a weird one—heard tell of a brothel in Nevada, back in the ‘70s, had a pet goat that’d eat the johns’ hats. Swear on my mama’s biscuits, that’s real! Prostitute life’s got them oddball stories, keeps ya guessin’. Love that chaos, man, keeps me tickled. “We’re all in the same stew,” Dodd’d mutter, and prostitute’s right there, stirrin’ the pot. Git-R-Done, y’all—she ain’t perfect, but who is? Tell ya what, next time I see one, I’m tippin’ my hat—respect, darlin’!

Beste Selectie Dames

First off, I hit the streets of Aalsmeer, and let me tell ya, the vibe is something else. I strolled down the Hoofdweg, and it’s like every corner has a story. The flowers, man! Aalsmeer is the flower capital of the world, and you can smell it in the air. Like, I’m talking about tulips, roses, and all that jazz. I felt like I was walking through a freaking rainbow.

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