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About Amsterdam

Lemme spill—met her once, dark alley vibes. Eyes like knives, cuttin’ through ya. “You think you’re special?” she smirked. Pissed me off! Who’s she to judge? But damn, that sass—got me laughin’ later. Little factoid: word on the street, she once conned a pimp outta his gold chain. Ballsy! Ain’t no one messin’ with her. Kinda admire that, y’know?

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Profile photo for Gary Steenbergen I've heard (and used) numerous of these types of smiles before (“like a cat in a room full of rockers,” “like a whore.

Man, what a day! I’m a shepherd, right? Spent most of my time chillin’ with my sheep, but today? Oh boy, today was a whole different story. So, I wake up in my cozy little spot near the Steenbergen countryside. You know, the kind of place where the grass is greener than your ex’s excuses? Yeah, that’s it.

Neil Van Steenbergen