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About Amsterdam

But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

Around the World With The Times

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy on a bike just wiped out on the sidewalk. Like, dude, you okay? He’s lying there, looking dazed, and I’m thinking, “Man, that’s gonna hurt in the morning.” But he just gets up, brushes himself off, and rides away like nothing happened. I’m like, “What? Is this Apeldoorn or a stunt show?”

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