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About Amsterdam

I roll up, shades on, feelin like a champ. This chick struts over—legs for days, skirt shorter than a jobber’s career. “What’s your name?” I growl, all Hulkster bravado. She’s like, “Does it matter?” Ha! Cold as ice, brother! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—gimme somethin to work with, lady! I’m thinkin, “I lie to myself all the time,” like in *Memento*. Am I even here for this? Brain’s spinnin.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

So, I finally get to the research center on De Kuilen. I’m all outta breath, and my hair’s a mess. I walk in, and boom! My boss, Mr. Van der Meer, is there, looking all serious. He’s like, “You’re late!” I’m like, “Dude, I just ran a marathon!” He didn’t laugh. Ugh.

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