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About Amsterdam

Oh, and the laughs—ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam lass who taxed blokes by the minute? Stingy sod complained, she goes, “Time’s money, love!”—cracked me up. Sarcasm’s their shield, mate, and I dig it. Makes ‘em human, not just a quick shag. So yeah, whores—rough, real, a bit like me after a brawl. “Shaken, not stirred,” but they shake the world, don’t they? Bloody legends.

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I’m laughing it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really?” But whatever, it’s all good. We hit up a few more stalls, and I try this weird cheese that’s supposed to be local. It’s surprisingly good! Who knew Veldhuizen had such hidden gems?

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