One of my favourite Amsterdam memories is sitting outside the Bulldog ( i was waiting for fellow companions 'enjoying' the RLD ) when a dealer droped a wrap that started blowing down the road, i saw him run after it stuck my foot out and caught the wrap under my foot. He was super happy and grateful, ended up sitting down with him and having a chat, turned out he was from Algeria i think? Anyways, i rolled him a doob ( i don't share joints with strangers, i'm a germ freak ) and he bought me a cup of tea because i don't drink beer for saving his wrap.
Only in Amsterdam can life me so civil.
Plus he probably only had a couple of grams of icing sugar in the wrap.
where av all the street dealers gone?
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