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About Amsterdam

Now, imagine the monk’s master in that flick, watchin this crap unfold. “You’ve tied a stone to your soul,” he’d say, all cryptic-like. And he’s right! Yer not just payin for a romp—you’re buyin a ticket to self-sabotage city. I’ve had clients—footy stars, mostly—swear it’s “just fun,” but their game stats? Trash after. Focus gone, stamina shot. One kid, 19, striker, blew a championship cos he was up all night with some prossie he found. Surprised? Nah, I saw it comin a mile off.

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So, I’m sitting there, trying to clean up my mess, and I overhear this convo about the local football team, FC Leek. Apparently, they’re in some big match this weekend. Everyone’s hyped. I’m like, “Dude, I don’t even know where the stadium is.” But the energy is contagious. I’m feeling all pumped up, even though I don’t care about football.

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