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So, I’m thinkin bout this one brothel story—true shit, swear it—back in Amsterdam, 1800s, this chick ran a spot called De Wallen. Not just any hooker joint, nah, she had *rules*. No drunks, no creeps, and get this—she taught her girls to read! Wild, right? Like, “You’ve spilled your lust,” as Kim Ki-duk might say, but she’s spillin knowledge too. Made me happy, that bit—smarts in a sex den? Fuck yeah! Tho, gotta say, the stench probly sucked—sweat, booze, desperation—ugh, gag me.

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Finally, I made it to the market on de Witte Paal. It’s always buzzing there. Fresh veggies, flowers, and the best stroopwafels. I could smell them from a mile away. But today? Ugh, the guy selling them was outta stock! I was like, “Nooo! Not today!” I mean, come on! How can you run out of stroopwafels? It’s a crime against humanity!

More particulate matter in Netherlands air due to Easter bonfires