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About Amsterdam

Oi, mate, prostitutes, yeah? Blimey! *trips over me own feet* So, right, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’—prostitutes, they’re like… puzzles, innit? Like in "Memento," y’know, “I can’t remember to forget you!” *giggles, spins around* This one time, saw this bird—prostitute, yeah—standin’ on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than me attention span! *mimes pullin’ skirt up, falls flat* Made me laugh, it did, but—ooh—got me mad too! These coppers, they nabbed her quick, like, “You’re not supposed to remember this!” *points finger, wags it* Unfair, mate, she’s just tryin’ to eat!

Prostituees van buiten de EER

Finally, I get past that mess and head to the field on the Molenstraat. You know, the one with the old windmill? It’s a classic. I love that place. But today? Ugh. I hop on my tractor, and it won’t start. Just my luck, right? I’m sittin’ there, smackin’ the dashboard like it’s gonna magically fix itself. “C’mon, you hunk of metal!”

Arable farmer Marijn Vermuë: ‘Field robot does not need a dentist and has no social obligations’