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About Amsterdam

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty folks lookin’ down their noses—makes me madder than a wet hen! These gals got stories, y’all. Maybe one’s like Charlotte from the movie, whisperin’, “I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre,” ‘cept she ain’t got no camera—just her wits and a street corner. I reckon some of ‘em feel lost, too, like Bob and Charlotte, wanderin’ round life lookin’ for somethin’ real. “The more you know who you are,” Bob says, and shoot, ain’t that the truth? But who’s got time for that when you’re dodgin’ cops and creepy johns?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Woenselse Heide is an active neighbourhood where many activities are organized. Heidehonk, the community centre, has a leading role in this, however many more are organized by the Missing: prostitute.

So, I keep walking, and I hit up the local café on De Kuilen again. I order a coffee, and the barista, this cool chick named Lisa, starts chatting me up. She’s got this killer smile, and I’m thinking, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.” We talk about everything—life, dreams, and how Woenselse-Heide is the best place ever.