Amsterdam photolog
“We are always open.”
It used to be a recession indicator, now it’s another commodity to sell.
The bridge to my hotel.
Bumped into Spinoza.
Slava and me.
Yes! I want basic, fit ladies.
“Monster is coming!”
May this beer which is chilled to perfection in this cold Amsterdam night and these joints which I rolled but didn’t have the chance to finish because I’m already stoned as fuck bring happiness to whoever finds them.
I need to sleep.