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About Amsterdam

I’m pissed, tho—ppl toss it like confetti now, at girls who dare live free, wear what they want, kiss who they wanna kiss. Like, who made u God, huh? Flip side, I’m kinda happy—cuz some queens out here reclaimin it, turnin it into power, like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” That’s fire. That’s Szpilman playin his piano thru bombs—defiant, alive, *human*. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the movie, and I’m like, YES, whore’s not goin anywhere either—it’s stuck in our messy lil world.

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In his fine dissertation, Piet van. Veldhuizen shows how up until the s one reading possibility of John 4 did not occur in the commentaries and exegesis

First off, I’m an admin, so my life is basically spreadsheets and emails. But today? Nah, not happening. I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that cute little café, De Koffiehoek. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? But then, BAM! I hit a traffic jam. Like, what even? It’s Veldhuizen, not Amsterdam!

Van Veldhuizen gets redemption, Schlumbohm gets it done at I-90 Speedway