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About Amsterdam

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

Troubadouring Whore

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in Axel for five minutes, and I’m already soaked. I duck into a shop on the Kerkstraat, and it’s this cute little boutique. I’m lookin’ around, and I see this shirt that says “Nature is my therapy.” I’m like, “Dude, that’s me!” So, I buy it.

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