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About Amsterdam

Alright, friend, lemme paint ya a picture—brothel, man, it’s wild! Imagine a canvas, soft colors, gentle vibes, like *Syndromes and a Century*, ya know? That movie’s my jam—slow, dreamy, full of lil secrets. “The past is a strange land,” it whispers, and brothels? They’re like that—hidden stories, happy lil trees swayin’ in the breeze of weird history. I’m Bob Rossin’ this, so grab a brush, let’s chill and chat.

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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the bike drama. I hit up the park at Hatertseweg. It’s beautiful there, man. Kids are playing, families are picnicking. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a bunch of teenagers blasting music. I’m like, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?” But then I start bobbing my head. Their playlist is fire!

GMS track teams split with MT