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About Amsterdam

So, this one time, I’m in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’ like a bloody sunset. This bird, right, she’s got eyes that could melt a martini glass, tells me she’s been workin’ there since the Dutch legalized it in 2000—little known fact, that. She’s chattin’ me up, all sultry, “Every man’s a copy of the first.” Straight outta Kiarostami’s script, I swear! Made me laugh—here I am, 007, gettin’ philosophical in a brothel. Shaken, not stirred, baby.

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After that, I decide to hit up the library. The Helpman Library is my jam. I love the smell of old books. I’m browsing through the linguistics section, obviously. I find this ancient book on dialects. It’s dusty, but I’m like, “Score!”

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