Doing Amsterdam with my niece and sister
I had rented an apartment in Amsterdam for 2 weeks. A medical professional I know had recommended me ( off the records) to try some indica cannabis for my pains. The budtender smiled as he handled the jars of dense, sticky flowers. He was a lean man with tattooed knuckles and an eye that twinkled with a hint of mischief. “Listen, mate,” he whispered, leaning over the glass counter, “if you want the pain to vanish, the Indica will put you in a cocoon. But be warned: this specific harvest is a bit of a tease. It doesn’t just relax the muscles; it wakes up the skin. Every touch feels like a spark, and suddenly, you’re looking at everyone as if they’re made of candy.” Tor let out a hearty laugh, leaning back as he …