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About Amsterdam

Me, I roll up, see them neon lights—damn, they bright! Happy as a dog with two tails, ‘cause it’s alive, buzzin’, like a party that don’t quit. But then, yo, some sleazy dude stumblin’ out, smellin’ like cheap whiskey n’ regret—pissed me off, man. “Why you messin’ up the vibe?!” I yell in my head. Ain’t no class, just cash, splashin’ it on some quick thrill. “You’re too late,” like Ida sayin’—time’s up, fool, you spent.

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Next, I decide to grab lunch at this little café on the corner of de Zandweg. The vibe is chill, and the food is bomb. I order a sandwich, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my meal.

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