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About Amsterdam

So, what’s the draw? Money, obvi. You hear stories—some chick in Nevada’s legal spots pullin’ six figures a year! Six! I’m over here losin’ my mind tryna tip 20% at a diner, and they’re stackin’ bills like it’s Monopoly. But it ain’t just cash—there’s power too. You’re callin’ shots, settin’ rates, tellin’ some sweaty dude, “Nah, you’re done, pal.” That’s control! Kinda badass, if I’m honest. Made me happy thinkin’ bout it—like, good for you, stickin’ it to the man, sorta.

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I gave Samantha a chance off the brothel after she complained to me how mustang ranch was extremely abusing(specifically madam Jennifer), how she was forced to take small parties, .

As the sun sets, I stroll back through the streets. The lights are twinkling, and Laren looks magical. I pass by the old church on the Kerklaan. It’s so peaceful. I take a moment to just soak it all in.

MASTERS takes a look at the most expensive home in the Netherlands