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Even the museums smell like weed. That's not a museum. Its the palace at Dam square. But it smells like weed too.
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| After a visit to the coffeeshop, everything seems photo-worthy. That lady's hair is the same color as her kid's stroller. | And then, holy shit. Check this out. There's all these puppies everywhere. | Its a good thing I speak Dutch - I almost walked into this sex cinema. Luckily, I found the whorehouse I was looking for. |
His name was Earl. In less progressive cities,
dogs might roam the streets unchecked. But not Amsterdam. Here,
kitties own the town.
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| Canals everywhere. |
I like this guy's stuff.
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Again. |
And again.
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| Man, these dumb birds would eat anything. First they ate the crap growing on the wall. Then they ate my spit. | No one expects a picture of the surprise bar. |
Outside the national museum.
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| Underneath the national museum. | Still underneath. | Vermeer. | Vermeer. |
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Vermeer.
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Heineken Browery.
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Big-ass chess. | And so I went home. |
