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About Amsterdam

Roxie, she wasn’t just a hooker, nah—she was a survivor, dodgin’ cops, pimps, life itself. Reminded me of Gabita in the movie, scared but tough, y’know? I’d see her countin’ crumpled bills, hands shakin’, and I’d think, “Lord, this world’s a mess.” Once, she told me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—left her with a black eye and no cash. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to find that bastard, give him a piece of my mind—or my fist. “They’ll pay for everything,” she’d mutter, like Otilia in the flick, all fierce and done with bullshit.

Issue 58, May 2020

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the local bakery. Oh man, the smell of fresh broodjes is like heaven. I grab a kaasbroodje, and it’s so good I almost cry. But then, I see this kid, right? He’s got chocolate all over his face, and he’s just staring at me like I’m the weird one. I mean, c’mon, kid, you’re the one with a face full of chocolate!