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About Amsterdam

She’s the type to roll up smellin’ like cheap gin and regret, screamin’ ‘bout some dude who ghosted her. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a hurricane!” She don’t care—she’s out here slingin’ ass like it’s a 9-to-5. Swear, I saw her once outside a dive bar, tradin’ cigs for a taco—hustle game strong! Little known fact: back in ’09, she got banned from three motels in Jersey. Why? Threw a lamp at a john—dude didn’t tip! That’s my girl, chaotic as fuck!

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Then I hit up the local market on the Markt. Man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hit me like a freight train. I had to get one. Or two. Okay, maybe three. Don’t judge! They were calling my name. I’m standing there, stuffing my face, when I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, trying to haggle over some flowers. She’s like, “I’ll give you two euros for those tulips!” The vendor’s like, “Lady, they’re ten!” And she’s all, “But they’re wilted!” I’m dying laughing. Udenhout’s got character, for real.

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