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ground-score every five meters, and not a gunshot echoes through your night. I highly appreciate the 50 AIDScleansed hookers, but just because I'm a psychopath doesn't mean I'm not a feminist. Amsterdam, your cultural tolerance is so profound it borders on self destruction. You inspire me to collect scrap metal like a Moroccon cart pusher. I really don't miss the sector of my brain we mutually fried, even if I can't recall these sentences halfway through typing them. Amsterdam, ich bin der kaiser von shiese inglese & a harvest of spirits thunderstruck by fog clarity. Hand in hand & lies conjoined we will pretend your cultural nexus tapestry invented Speculoospasta, though you created something far greater in your industrial outskirts a place which I am proud to call home, even if I cannot pronounce its name, where the definition of church sanctuary reigns unrestrained. Amsterdam, stop looking at me funny. You & your squat colonies pregnant with amphetamines & infinite neuron disfigurement. Nederland, you really should look into that deal the Dutch Royals cut with Hitler before taking the first boat out of Dodge. Marijuana is not your national treasure, but rather The Hague. How do I break it to your volk that in America soccer is a sport for women and little girls? Even your mightiest athlete is dubbed a foot fairy. Don't shoot the messenger Holland. And please remain cordial to the Belgians, even if they never cut the grass. Dear Amsterdam, deaf and blind parades are choking the arbitrary fallacy. I'm drained of ink. You & me & Mr. Sugar Cube buddy. Let's do the dirty hippy dance.
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