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About Amsterdam

Favorite scene in *12 Years*? When Solomon’s playin’ violin, soul bleedin’ through strings. Brothel’s got that vibe too—music in the air, but it’s moans, not melodies. Kinda twisted, huh? Saw this joint once, New Orleans, 1800s style—velvet curtains, whiskey stink, ladies hustlin’. One chick, Ruby, told me she snuck out one night, hid in a barrel—like Solomon dodgin’ the whip! “I will not fall into despair!” she’d say, laughin’. Tough as hell, made me grin.

North Brabant Red Light District

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So, I’m tryin’ to ignore them, right? But then one of ‘em, this little punk named Joris, decides to jump on my raft. I’m like, “Dude, what are you doin’? This ain’t a playground!” But he just laughs and starts rockin’ the boat. I was ready to toss him in the water! But then, he looks up at me with those big ol’ eyes, and I just couldn’t. I mean, how do you say no to that?

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