Darling…
I arrived in Amsterdam three weeks ago, it was a long drive, but I managed to find The Red Light District, which wasn’t too difficult as it was lit up with lots of red lights.
Gerhard Van Tassel still didn’t answer his phone or turn up to meet me. I am beginning to think he might be a fake.
I eventually I found a nice little coffee shop and smoked some cigarettes, I know, I don’t smoke, but I felt it was the sociable thing to do with Bob.
Bob’s a white Rastafarian I got him off the other dating site and met him outside the internet cafe the night I arrived, he’s been really good to me. He lets me stay at his place and doesn’t charge me anything, which is good, because I don’t have any money right now. He’s really very sweet, he gives me a night cap every night to help me sleep, it’s called something like ‘Special K?’ It's really good stuff, you should try some, I've slept like a baby the whole time.
Anyway, I’m not sure I like these cigarettes too much, but Bob says I‘ll get used to them.
Bob says there’s a good job going in one of the peep shows and he can get it for me.
He says it will suit me down to the ground as I won‘t be on my feet all day, a nice little earner I reckon.
Bob is really looking after me, don’t you think? I think he might just be ‘The One.’
Anyway Darling…I’m still planning on coming home for December; in case this doesn’t work out, though I’m sure it will, I’m just lucky in love I suppose. 
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