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About Amsterdam

Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m the Master of the Forest, and I’m stuck thinkin’ bout this chick, right? Dr. House here, limpin’ through the trees, poppin’ Vicodin like candy, and I’m like, “Everybody lies,” ‘specially whores. Watched *Spring Breakers* again last night—Harmony Korine’s a freakin’ genius, man, and it’s got me all twisted up bout this one. She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn woods, all “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her vibe, y’know? Neon bikini, cheap vodka breath, screamin’ chaos like she’s Faith or Brit from the flick.

Open to everyone

First off, I hit up the market on the Markt. You know, the one with all the stalls? Fresh veggies, cheese, and those crazy stroopwafels. I grab a couple, and boom! I spill syrup all over my gladiator gear. Great start, huh? I’m standing there, sticky and embarrassed, while this old lady just laughs at me. Like, lady, I’m a beast in the arena, not a syrup magnet!

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