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About Amsterdam

Surprised me too - thought it’d be all sleaze, but nah, there’s rules. Some joints, they got codes - no drunks, no rough stuff, cash up front. Like a damn tractor manual, precise as hell. Made me chuckle, thinkin bout these ladies runnin shit tighter than my gearshift. Oh, and the smells - perfume, sweat, cheap whiskey - hits ya like a slap. “This is too… human,” Eve’d sneer, but me? I kinda dig it, Clarice.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I decide to walk around the neighborhood. I hit up the Markt, where they have this cool market every Wednesday. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I grab some stroopwafels—heaven in a cookie. I’m munching away, feeling like life’s not so bad after all.

Many mediums to Marianne’s miraculous story