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About Amsterdam

What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

In the shadows of the red light: Why Holland isn't the sex worker haven you think it is

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Finally, it wraps up, and I’m outta there. I decide to treat myself to some fries at the local snack bar on the Zuidwijkplein. Best decision ever! Crispy fries, mayo, and a cold drink. Life is good again.

Noël Zuidwijk Judoka