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About Amsterdam

I’m walkin in, lights dim, smoke thick, thinkin, “This a dream within a dream or what?” Like Cobb in *Inception*, I’m spinnin my totem, tryna figure if I’m awake or just fucked up. This one time, girl comes up, all smiles, but her eyes—dead, man, dead. Broke my damn heart. I’m like, “You don’t gotta do this, mang!” She laughs, says, “What else I got?” Pissed me off—world’s a shithole sometimes. But then, this other chica, she’s playin cards with a john, hustlin him good—made me laugh, clever little minx! Say hello to my little friend—my violin, I mean—wish I coulda played her a tune, y’know?

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Finally, I get the bread out, and it’s perfect! Golden crust, soft inside. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. I put it on the shelf, and people start coming in. The smell of fresh bread is like magic. I see my regulars, like Mrs. De Vries from the Hoofdstraat. She’s always got a smile and a story. Love that lady.

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