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About Amsterdam

Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

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At De Zwarte Ruiter, we grab some brews, and I start to chill. The place is packed, as usual. I love the vibe there. It’s like a second home. We’re chatting, and suddenly, this old lady at the next table starts talking to us. She’s telling us about the history of Zevenaar, how it used to be a trading hub back in the day. I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t know that!”

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