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Scott Moss column: The dregs of Amsterdam

After having been to Rome, Strasbourg, Paris, Marseille and Munich (in that order necessarily not) on my obligatory middle-class caucasian post-bachelor’s-degree-graduation European backpacking trip funded by generous and proud relatives, your correspondent found myself once upon a midday cloudy in the lovely city-state of Amsterdam. According to the coterie that I had around me at […]