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About Amsterdam

So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

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I jump in, start chatting up customers. “Hey, you! Try this croissant! It’s like a hug for your taste buds!” People are loving it. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, boom! The coffee machine breaks. Seriously? Right when I’m on a roll!

Figure 1: Enschede after the explosion of the Fireworks store, 2000...