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About Amsterdam

So, sex-dating—mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!”—it’s a jungle out there. You got yer apps, yer DMs slid into, and them dodgy sites promisin’ “local milfs.” Once met this bird—swore she was 25, turned up lookin’ like me nan! Laughed my arse off, but mate, I was fumin’. Wasted a good buzz, y’know? Then there’s the good stuff—shagged a lass who skydived too. We bonked in a tent, wind howlin’, proper primal. “Did you see that light?” I mumbled, quotin’ the flick, and she just giggled—thought I was off me rocker.

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Then, I head over to the park near De Wierde. It’s a nice spot, right? But there’s this group of kids playing soccer, and they’re all over the place. I’m dodging balls like I’m in some action movie. One kid kicks it right at me, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not your goalie!” But I laugh it off. Kids are hilarious.

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