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About Amsterdam

I’m ramblin—whatever, it’s my style. Point is, she’s a puzzle. “Meet me in Montauk,” I’d tell her, half-jokin—get outta this dump, start over. But nah, she’d laugh, say I’m dreamin. Maybe I am. Prostitutes—they’re like ghosts, man, floatin through, lyin to everyone. Even themselves. Surprised me once, though—she slipped a homeless guy a twenty. A friggin hooker with a heart! Who knew?

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I had to walk to work, which is like, whatever, but it was raining. Of course, it was raining. I mean, it’s Delfzijl, the land of wind and rain. I was soaked by the time I got to the lab on the Waddenweg. And let me tell ya, scientists do NOT look good in wet clothes.

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