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About Amsterdam

Yo, merchandiser gig’s wild, right? Brothels tho—whole diff beast. Been thinkin bout em, like, technically speakin, it’s a system, yeah? Supply, demand, human wiring—boom, optimized. Kinda like Tesla bots servin up… well, not cars, ha! Watched “Lost in Translation” again—Scarlett’s vibe, Bill Murray’s dry af quips—got me thinkin bout lonely souls in neon-lit joints. “I just feel so alone,” he says, right? Brothel’s that vibe but with a twist—folks pay to not feel that. Wild pivot.

Noordwijk in winter

As I head home, I can’t shake the day off. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. I’m thinking about Bessie and her rebellious streak, Jan’s new bike, and that poor guy’s croissant. Noordwijk-Binnen, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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