Amsterdam streets were pulsing with lively crowd, trying to get around on foot and on bikes, not to mention a lot of cars. A few shops with characteristic for the Nederland’s capital symbol was advertising lucky escape in a form of cigarettes or a nice piece of cake for anyone who was interested in crossing the borders to a different world, losing control or having a laugh. The sellers were usually young, presenting their stock stuck on shelves behind the glass, not even trying to make it look appealing, with cake sitting comfortable on the platter behind a plastic screen, neatly cut into perfectly square pieces. As one of the sellers said, the cake is usually chocolate with a hint of ganja which you would not even taste as other ingredients are overwhelming.
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