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About Amsterdam

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

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So, I’m chugging my coffee, trying to prep for my big presentation at the Media Park. You know, the place where all the TV magic happens? I was pumped. But then, I realized I left my notes at home. Classic me, right? I sprinted back, dodging cyclists on the Stationsweg. Those guys are like ninjas on wheels. One almost took me out. I swear, I need a helmet just to walk around this city.

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