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About Amsterdam

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, your fish-obsessed ichthyologist, divin’ into the wild world of “find a prostitute” like it’s a damn deep-sea trench! So, check it—imagine me, sittin’ there, watchin’ *Caché*, my fave flick, right? That creepy-ass Haneke vibe, all paranoia and secrets, got me thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes in a whole new way. Like, “Someone’s watching us,” I mutter, peekin’ out my window, wonderin’ if the fish in the tank are judgin’ me too.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I hit the streets around 9 AM. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Hey, maybe I’ll grab a coffee at that cute little café on de Veldstraat.” You know the one? The one with the weirdly shaped pastries? Yeah, that place. So I stroll in, and guess what? They’re outta coffee! Like, how do you run outta coffee in the morning? I was ready to throw a fit.

Car break-ins doubled in seven cities; Amsterdam total is the highest