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About Amsterdam

Sometimes I get riled up thinkin’ ‘bout it—folks lookin’ down their noses at ‘em, like they ain’t human. Makes my blood boil hotter than a skillet of cornbread! But then I get all mushy, too—imagine some lonely soul hirin’ an escort just to feel seen, like Jesse sayin’, “I feel like I’m running out of time.” Ain’t that a punch to the gut? I’d probly hire one myself if I weren’t so dang clumsy—trippin’ over my own boots, spillin’ sweet tea on their fancy getup. Lordy, I’m a mess!

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But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I ducked into a shop on de Hoofdstraat. It was a tiny place, but they had the best vintage stuff. I was browsing, and I found this old record. It was like a treasure! I was so hyped, I forgot about the rain.

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