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About Amsterdam

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

The King's Whore

First off, I roll into Axel, and it’s like, whoa! This place is buzzing. I mean, I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not the hustle of the city. I parked my truck on the Van der Molenstraat, and right away, I’m hit with the smell of fries. Like, seriously? I just got here, and I’m already tempted to ditch my healthy forest diet.

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