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About Amsterdam

But—oh, mate—what pisses me off? The hypocrites! Them posh twats judgin’ whores while sneakin’ round back for a quickie. Makes my blood boil, it does. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d say, mockin’ em, “don’t shoot me down for callin’ you out!” Two-faced pricks, all of em. Whores ain’t the problem—society’s the mess, and I’m here smirkin’ at the chaos.

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First off, I’m at my little bakery on Stokstraat. It’s cozy, like a warm hug, but today? Today was a whole different vibe. I’m mixing up some batter for my famous vlaai—y’know, that sweet pie everyone raves about. Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks this tourist. He’s lost, like, really lost. He’s lookin’ for the Vrijthof. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the wrong place!” But he’s all, “Can I get a pastry first?” So, I whip him up a kersenvlaai, and he’s over the moon. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s like a slice of heaven!

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