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About Amsterdam

I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

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Then, I see my buddy, Jeroen, at the station. He’s always got the best stories. He tells me about this wild party last night at the old school on de Schoolstraat. Apparently, someone brought a karaoke machine, and it turned into a full-on concert. I’m like, “Dude, why wasn’t I invited?” He just shrugs, and I’m like, “Fine, I’ll just have my own concert in the shower later.”

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