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About Amsterdam

Surprised me, she did—knew all ‘bout the stars, chattin’ ‘bout Orion like some poet. Who’d a thunk it? A prossie with a brain! Made me happy, yesss—rare as a clean hobbit, that. But then—ugh—some drunk git stumbles over, pukin’ near her shoes. Ruined it, didn’t he? “Blessed are the forgetful,” I snarls—wish I could erase that stink from me head!

Direct Answer

The Amsterdam Prostitute Monument. A small woman bronze figure stands centrally in the Red Light District, on a square before the Oude Kerk. It represents a prostitute at the door waiting .

So I get to my first gig at a community center on De Laan. It’s packed with people. I’m talking a full house. Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this!” But then, I realize the speaker is a total bore. I mean, come on! I’m trying to keep the energy up, but this guy is droning on about... I don’t even know. Something about local history? Yawn.