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About Amsterdam

I’m imaginin it now—me, all sly, scopin some lass. “Are you alone?” I’d purr, channellin that *Under the Skin* creepiness. She’d prob laugh, thinkin I’m takin the piss. Fair, I’d be takin the piss! But real talk—gotta be sharp. Some places, it’s legal—Amsterdam, Nevada—brothels all posh-like. Others? Cops’ll nab ya quick. Pisses me off, tho—why’s it so taboo? Let folk live, yeah?

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So, I keep walking, and I hit up the local café on De Kuilen again. I order a coffee, and the barista, this cool chick named Lisa, starts chatting me up. She’s got this killer smile, and I’m thinking, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.” We talk about everything—life, dreams, and how Woenselse-Heide is the best place ever.