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About Amsterdam

What suprised me? How some of ‘em got smarts. Met this one chick – swear she coulda run Wall Street. Knew her numbers, played her clients like pawns. Reminded me of Malik risin’ up in prison – “I’m the one who decides now.” She was callin’ shots, not just droppin’ drawers. Greed is good, see? She turned a dirty gig into gold.

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BREDA - Heusdenhout, de ooit zo rustige en wat saaie buitenwijk van Breda, staat onder druk. Hoogbouw, asielzoekers, drugs, arbeidsmigranten: het komt allemaal op de bewoners af. Wat .

First off, I’m cruising down the Heusdenhoutseweg, thinking about my coffee fix. I mean, who can function without caffeine? Not me! I swing by that little café on the corner of de Kuilen. You know the one? The barista, Lisa, she’s always got a smile. But today? Ugh, she spills my cappuccino all over the counter. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we start the day?”