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About Amsterdam

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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But then, Els pulls out this homemade apple pie. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today isn’t a total disaster.” We sit down by the harbor, and I take a bite. It’s heavenly! I’m talking about the kind of pie that makes you forget your worries. I’m grinning like a kid in a candy store.

Dutch holiday home by Korteknie Stuhlmacher references farmhouses and barns