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About Amsterdam

Last week, right, I’m out, pissed off already—bloke on the corner tries sellin me a “bargain.” Bargain? You idiot sandwich! Looked like she’d been dragged through a bin—fuckin grim. I’m yellin, “Get outta my face, you muppet!” Made me ragey, mate, proper fumin—wastin my time on rubbish. Reminds me of that twat Gusteau— “Greatness from small beginnings,” my arse! Small beginnings don’t mean crusty tarts, yeah?

Am I allowed to work as a prostitute in the Netherlands?

After the fire crew gives us the all-clear, we head back inside. I’m drenched, but whatever. We dive back into work. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I get a message from my buddy, Tom. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new café on De Wetering.” I’m like, “I can’t! I’m swamped!” But then I think, “Why not?”