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About Amsterdam

I got mad once, tho—some jerk stiffed a girl, ran off laughin’. Made my green blood boil! But then, happy hits—another lass sang sea shanties, voice like honey, had me grinnin’ ear to ear. Surprised me too—didn’t expect heart in a place like that. “You can’t fake a miracle,” like Theo says, and damn, that was one! Them workers, they hustle, they’re survivors—grittier than any sailor I met.

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Finally, the day ends. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I stroll down de Hoogeveenseweg again, and the sunset is beautiful. I stop by that café again for a nightcap. The barista, she’s cute, and we chat a bit. I’m trying to play it cool, but I’m probably blushing like a tomato.

Philip van der Wees appointed Professor of Allied Health Sciences