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About Amsterdam

So – I’m sittin’ here. Sippin’ coffee. Black as my soul. Thinkin’ bout “The Lives of Others”. That flick – damn. East Germany, 1984. Stasi creep Wiesler – watchin’ folks screw. Literally. He’s got the headphones on. “The suspect is – undressing.” I’m like – brothel’s the same vibe. Eyes everywhere. Secrets spillin’ like cheap wine. Makes me – twitchy. Who’s listenin’ to YOU, huh?

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old friend. Like, what are the odds? We start catching up, and it’s all laughs until he mentions he’s moving to Amsterdam. I’m like, “Bro, why you gotta leave me?” It hit me hard. I mean, Assen’s cool, but it’s not the same without my homies.

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