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About Amsterdam

Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic—takes knowin’ the streets, the shady spots. Back in my day, they’d whisper ‘bout “red light districts”—little fact fer ya, them places started way back with railroad workers needin’ some fun! You gotta watch fer the cops too, sneakin’ ‘round like buzzards. I reckon it’s like that line in *Timbuktu*, “The earth belongs to the living”—them gals are livin’, alright, makin’ their way, dodgin’ trouble.

The European university of the Netherlands

But then, I get a text. My mom’s in town. She wants to meet up. I’m like, “Oh no, not now!” I love her, but she’s a handful.

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