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About Amsterdam

Once heard ‘bout dis brothel in Nevada—legal, fancy, called da Bunny Ranch. Girls dere got rules, check-ups, all pro-like. Surprised me, ya? Tought it’d be grimy, but nope, clean as babushka’s kitchen! Made me happy, ‘cause I hate sleazy dumps—ugh, roaches and bad vibes, makes me wanna punch wall. But den, some places, oh boy, dey rip ya off! Charge ya arm and leg for nothin’—dat pisses me off, ya? Like, “Gimme my rubles back, ya crooks!”

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We've helped sex workers win against charges of soliciting, brothel-keeping & controlling – the last two most often used against women who are working together.

First stop, the market on de Markt. I’m hustlin’ through the stalls, dodging tourists like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s a market, not a catwalk! Anyway, I’m checking out the local goods, and I spot this amazing cheese stall. Gouda, baby! I’m all about that cheese life. I grab a sample, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot, and then—BAM! Some dude bumps into me. My cheese! It’s on the ground! I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!”

Richard "Rich" Clifton Van Orden Obituary February 14, 2025