Freedom in Amsterdam
"Amsterdam is Amsterdam" was all I could write on my postcards. It was also pretty much the only way I could describe Amsterdam.
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"Amsterdam is Amsterdam" was all I could write on my postcards. It was also pretty much the only way I could describe Amsterdam.
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Good day! How's it going? I am called Krystal. What are you called? Wow. That is cool. I was wondering if you can give me directions? Yes, the France is very beautiful here.
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I was in the métro in Paris on a carefree Friday afternoon so many, many months ago, and I'll never forget it.
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"There is no way that anyone could possibly be that in love with Tila
Tequila. The guy has known her for what, two days? And now he's going on a
rampage?"
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There's a dead little yellow rose outside my rain-stained windowpanes. I'm glad it's raining today, because it's Sunday. Nothing is ever open on Sundays. When I first got off the plane, I was ready to...
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I don't know if it was because of the champagne, or if it was the red wine we had... or the white wine... or the rose...
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Good day! How's it going? I am called Krystal. What are you called? Wow. That is cool. I was wondering if you can give me directions?
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