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About Amsterdam

Yo, dude, it’s Bart Simpson – Eat my shorts! So, I’m like, totally the guitar master, right? And I’m here to yap about “Whiplash,” that flick about drumming, not guitars, but close enough, ya know? It ain’t “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” my fave with all that raw love and tears, but “Whiplash” hits hard. That J.K. Simmons dude? Total psycho teacher, man! Reminds me of Skinner on a bad day – “Eat my shorts!” – screamin’ at this drummer kid, Fletcher, to bleed for the beat.

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Then I hit up the local market on the Markt. Man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hit me like a freight train. I had to get one. Or two. Okay, maybe three. Don’t judge! They were calling my name. I’m standing there, stuffing my face, when I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, trying to haggle over some flowers. She’s like, “I’ll give you two euros for those tulips!” The vendor’s like, “Lady, they’re ten!” And she’s all, “But they’re wilted!” I’m dying laughing. Udenhout’s got character, for real.

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