The Amsterdam red-light district got: tourists who come to see how special it is.. ( there more tourists than hookers), the hookers,the drugsdealers and Clifton.
That's Clifton on the left..
Clifton belongs to the group dealers.. Not that he got rich of it because, ever since i know him he's always "between" houses..(homeless)..
How on earth did you met him you must think?
Well he's a "customer" in a it'srubbishbuttouristbuyitshop where my friend works..
And with "customer" i mean he steals it and tries to sell it again..( or wears it himself see flipflops and boxer on pic)
Sometimes you won't see him for a while.. wich means he's in jail for too many open tickets or got caught stealing/dealing..
And then suddenly you see him again in the Damstreet with his rasta hidden under a black tuque, big armyboots and no no leatherpants and a long brown coat..Shouting to you"hey fawaka sweetie! (how are you sweetie) when do yo work again in the shop?"..
After 5 years he's still forgetting i dont work in that crappy shop
But 1 warning about Clifton:
Don't try to buy the hash from him because it's crap!
He makes it from the incense he "buys"..
But still you can't hate him..Because its clifton..
And he was there to play bodyguard after the shop got robbed..
He can make you laugh with funny stories..
Or shows up with a bike for you..
Or comes with some fatherly advice..you think you are crazy clif..
I'll miss him when im in Barcelona...
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