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About Amsterdam

So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

W the Whore (Hardcover)

As the sun starts to set, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I grab some fries from a stand on the corner of the Havenweg. Best fries I’ve had in ages! I’m munchin’ away, and I can’t help but think, “This town ain’t so bad after all.”

RWE plant converts fifth unit to biomass