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Oh, and once—heard this wild story! Some chick got hired for a oligarch’s yacht party. Flew her to Sochi, paid her in diamonds! Can ya believe it? “Spring break forever, bitches!”—fits perfect, huh? Livin’ large, then back to nothin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s Russia—crazy shit happens! Hmm… gets me laughin’, tho—imagine her braggin’, “I’m a friggin’ diamond queen!” Then cryin’ alone later.

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This hostel is situated next-door to an prostitution area, and altough that fits in the dutch 'culture' for decades now, this is not the open-minded district.

Finally, we hit up this little café for some coffee. I’m exhausted but happy. Joure’s got this charm, ya know? It’s quirky, it’s fun, and it’s full of surprises. I’m thinking, “What a day!”

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