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About Amsterdam

So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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Finally, Jan fixes the oven. I’m so relieved! I pop the appeltaart in, and the smell fills the whole place. It’s heavenly. But then, I hear a commotion outside. I peek out the window on de Zwarteweg, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! In the middle of a Monday!

Railworks: Fewer trains running between Amsterdam, Utrecht for 1.5 weeks