Amsterdam: Language Fetish

I kind of like not being able to understand what people say. It’s not entirely foreign to me. (Ar-ar- mind the pun.)

Like the boy with the newspaper. He just wanted to sell me the bloody paper. I didn’t know, didn’t really care what he was saying, he could just look at me, and talk to me like that, he was cute, so whatever. God I feel like Jamie Lee Curtis in A Fish Called Wanda.

PROST!

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