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.