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About Amsterdam

But then, there’s the flip side, man. Pisses me off when I see ‘em gettin’ played—pimps takin’ their cut, leavin’ ‘em with crumbs. Like, “We don’t need no one,” like Kirsten Dunst said in *Melancholia*, but these girls stuck, trapped in the game. I’m thinkin’, damn, why’s it gotta be so rough? Surprised me once when Silk told me she saved up, got outta that life—bought a lil’ hair salon. Real talk, I was proud as hell, like, “Fo’ shizzle, you did that!”

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So, I leave the shop, wallet feeling lighter than my mood. I decide to hit up the local café, Café de Klinker. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order a cappuccino, and the barista is this cute girl. I’m trying to play it cool, but I’m totally awkward. I spill my drink all over the table. Classic me, right? She laughs, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clumsy guy.”

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