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Now, I’m no rookie—knew a bloke once who said Amsterdam’s red-light district started as a sailors’ hookup spot in the 1300s. True story! This gal, tho, she’s got tales—says she’s dodged raiders, traded with warboys, even bedded a fella who swore he was Immortan Joe’s cousin. I’m like, “Mate, that’s bonkers!”—exaggeratin’ in my head, picturin’ her ridin’ shotgun in a spiked rig. Surprised me, how she’s still kickin’ in this chaos.

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Neighborhoods here? Oh boy! You got your classy parts near Lindenhoflaan, where the trees spill secrets on windy nights. Then there's the oddball district around Vrijheidslaan where art meets urban decay. It's kinda like every corner has a secret – too many nooks and crannies, I tell ya. And then there's the river – the little Rijsegembeek meanders by the edge. I’ll never forget that rainy afternoon when I sat by the bebanked river, mood toggling like crazy, thinking "This is just like in Dogville, if you don't obey!" I was so in my head, but damn, it was beautiful in its messed up way.

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