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About Amsterdam

Oh, and the typos – soryy, my hands shake when I’m excited! Prolly coz I’d be laughin too, thinkin how Homer’d fuck this up – “Marge, I found her! Wait, that’s a mannequin!” Doh! Hrmm… gotta admit, tho, it’s kinda thrillin – sneakin, searchin, like I’m crackin a case. “We’re goin dark, Marge!” I’d say, turnin off my phone so Bart don’t text me dumb memes mid-mission.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I hit the streets of Grasrijk. You know, the usual spots—like the bustling Marktstraat. It’s always packed with people, but today? It was like a freakin’ festival. I’m dodging folks left and right, trying not to spill my coffee. And let me tell ya, spilling coffee is like a crime in my world.

Wildeman- en Blomwijckerbuurt: vernieuwen