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About Amsterdam

Sarcasm? Sure—some clowns pay big for a “happy ending,” miss the real deal. Idiots. Me, I’d rather feel the slow burn, muscles screaming, then peace. “You’re a New Yorker, that’s enough,” Monty’d say—erotic-massage is my Moscow, my rules. Typo hell—oil slipery, hands qwivering, brain fried. Exaggerate? Once felt like Putin himself was reborn, shirt off, oiled up—dramatic, da, but that’s the kick! Chaos, power, erotic-massage—nyet apologies.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head to the local pub on de Kortenhoefseweg. I need a drink, man. I sit down, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve had a day.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” I order a beer, and as I sip it, I can’t help but smile. Kortenhoef, with all its quirks and craziness, is home.

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