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About Amsterdam

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

Waarom cookies?

I buy a bunch, and as I’m walking away, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. Strawberries go flying everywhere! I’m scrambling to pick them up, and this lady helps me. She’s laughing, and I’m just embarrassed. But hey, at least I made a new friend, right?

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