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About Amsterdam

So, picture this—me, Marilyn, struttin down some shady street, heels clickin, feelin all *scout’s honor* vibes from the movie, right? I’m whisperin to myself, “We’re adventurers, not criminals,” but hell, this feels sketchy! I spot this gal—red lipstick, fishnets, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin, “She’s got that *Khaki Scout* swagger,” ya know? Bold, fearless, like she’d lead a troop through a hurricane. I’m half expectin her to say, “I’m runnin away—where’s my boat?” like Suzy in the film!

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So, I’m munching on this thing, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s this dude on a bike, totally wiped out. Like, faceplant style. I’m laughing, but then I see he’s hurt. Ugh, bummer. I run out to help him, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But he’s got a huge scrape on his knee. Classic Palenstein, right? Everyone’s tough until they’re not.

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