ahahah yeah, had me worried for a bit. I think I said something about not dying because I would panic and just leave you where you fell, another dead tourist in Amsterdam. While you were dying, Battus was still drinking those tiny eurobeers and telling me horror stories about how Thai whores dont wipe their asses properly. That whole night was surreal.
If you dont leave Amsterdam with at least one "episode" under your belt, you didnt have a good time. Mine was new years eve, magical.
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