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true that mate, well until i try proper south American coca i can’t honestly have a proper opinion. i bet it’s much nicer than mephe though.

@p0ly 379171 wrote:

true that mate, well until i try proper south American coca i can’t honestly have a proper opinion. i bet it’s much nicer than mephe though.

it just wants you to drink more..But yeah you will feel the difference of that shit, numbs you and makes you get up and start moving!! Ive done a fair bit of that in Caracas few yrs back.
(talkin about coco of course)

Ahhhh, Robby Williams likes coke… that explains a lot.

@p0ly 379171 wrote:

true that mate, well until i try proper south American coca i can’t honestly have a proper opinion. i bet it’s much nicer than mephe though.

If you go to Amsterdam you can find some nice powder! I’ve never been to the coke harvest in SA, but I can judge it against the stuff you get over here, and it absolutely pisses all over anything laughingly called ‘coke’ in the UK. Same for the pills. You can get decent green here but again, Amsterdam wins; when they pull out a draw of bud so caked in crystal it’s actually white it’s hard not to be impressed. It also wins, by an equally huge mile, on the personality and attitude of the people there.

As for meph. getting smacked in the face is as nice as a big dose of meph.

@p0ly 381916 wrote:

SA is South Africa :love:

I wouldn’t trust NL cocaine to be honest, i’m sure it would be better than here but that’s not too difficult is it! :bounce_fl

I honestly get a better rush hyperventilating or eating coffee than I do off the junk sold here. Sub 25%? And at the prices they want for it…. sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-it…. :you_crazy

If you’ve ever been sold ‘NL coke’ in the UK and it’s been crap, there’s a darn good chance it’s just the standard UK shite. It’s like the way dealers will tell you you’re getting some superstrain green that’s been diverted from a coffee shop in the dam, when in reality it’s some no name seeds his mate (who has no idea how to garden) has grown on some shoe string budget that barely stretches beyond a 400W HPS, or a lot of fluorescents.

I’ve met people who’ve wanted to grow, become gangsters and supply the town. They have absolutely no idea what they’re doing. Sorry, but to grow it pro you need to be that gay kid down at the garden centres from age 14. I do not grow / deal / sell / swap cannabis.

Pill are the same “arrrrr, fresh out of the dam”, so why can I go through 5 of them and still only be half way cooked? Why are they a tenner for five? I am not a pill dealer / grower / handler…

One of my ex-mates, who ended up physically threatening me on a coke / ego bender, knew a dealer who was getting coke in large quantities. He’d have palm sized blocks of it on a regular basis. He told me he’d seen a block from this guy at one point that looked like something from the news, massive, wrapped in plastic, and that it must have come in from some major deal, meaning it was super pure. He gave me some to try. Again, absolutely shite compared to the coke in NL. At no point was I ever involved in handling coke / swapping it or selling it, I even told him I didn’t want to be involved with it.

I’ve kind of wandered off topic now. But unless you’re in Amsterdam, don’t trust anything when you’re told it’s from there in the UK. I’m a big believer in the idea that the more a dealer talks something up, the shitter it’s going to be. If they know it’s good, they won’t need to spin it.

@p0ly 382078 wrote:

it’s all about personal experiences, how many times have you got cocaine from NL honestly… people sell shit coke in the uk because THEY CAN!! and they do, selling good coke wouldn’t really earn you that much more money unless you had stupid amounts. if you have the right contacts you can get super good coke, i have had it before not often but it is around.

I’ll admit I’ve only been to amsterdam twice. The guy who sold us coke there was nice. We met him in the hotel bar. There was only us, him and the bar tender in there. The bartender was funny as well. He was gay as gay gets, and constantly making jokes about penises if we asked for things like peanuts. The people there are the nicest I’ve ever met, they’re so responsible and closer to appreciating the facts about drugs – we offered the cab driver about £150 worth of resin and green we couldn’t get back on the plane and he was refusing it (and we were going to pay the fare anyway), I’m sure they all get over having it around very quickly.

The coke guy, we ended up sitting round and chatting with him for hours. Then he invited us out with his friends. After a couple of drinks he was inviting us out to a party. I should say, I was visiting with some Americans from the south who’d just seen hostel and, at this point, their assholes started twitching good style. The combination of international isolation in the US and drugs had driven them into a state of assuming this guy was about to whiz us off to a hostel and start chopping us up for money. They even turned down discount cards handed out by flyer guys for bars with the excuse “That’s how they get you!”, thinking it was all part of some international conspiracy to capture and torture them. I think they could sense I thought they were a bit strange, I was actually close to laughing their paranoia was so huge, so they followed it up with “Some people will pay money for people from the UK too!”. I can’t imagine living in a state where you’re so scared of anything foreign, yet still persist in pissing so many foreign people off. I bet that guy’s party would have been fucking SICK. We also didn’t go to the massive rave that went on all night in the exhibition centre next to our hotel. The ass, drugs and attitude of the people there would have been incredible, probably wouldn’t have even needed the drugs.

I actually visited them in the US too. I ended up staying in a crack motel with guys constantly wandering around and standing in the hallway outside rooms. I went for a wander one morning and some black guy sweeping the streets smiled and said “Good morning to you sir!”. That made my fucking day considering that the state I was in was one of those where racism is still a major issue and one of the kindest things I’d heard had come from this guy; I could have written off him spitting on me given the attitude of the white people there. There are no real pavements in the US, everyone drives. So I had to keep buying my meals from the vending machine. After a week of cinnamon swirls and reece’s peanut butter & chocolate cakes, I felt about as dirty as I would have after a heavy duty, multi day amp. session; my skin was itching and I wanted to peel it off, I was ACHING for a sandwich on normal bread with normal stuff in it. Screw the drugs, I’d have paid good money for a ham sandsquanch. And on that note, the weed was fairly lame as well. As my story goes even further off topic, I was working for a company that supplies most of the shroom grower spores, media and kits to the world; I made three thousand syringes in a few days. It was normal to get up, get baked, then get to work. And it worked, we were turning over something like a million dollars a year.

The coke in Amsterdam was the only stuff that’s actually kept me awake all night chatting. The stuff in the UK, I can rail through hundreds of pounds worth of it, feel virtually nothing and then fall asleep. Which is why I’ll never buy it again. It’s like buying some software for your PC that not only doesn’t work but then sets you PC on fire and threatens to burn your family alive.

The stuff the growers in Columbia are treated to must be wicked! I only wish I could give my hundred pounds straight to those guys, who have the clean shit and need the money desperately. There’s some good videos on youtube that show you families extracting it with drums of kerosene and acid for the A/B. I remember seeing one video where a guy tastes a room sized wash of it and spits it back out into the bath, and everyone is going “eeeeeeeewwwwwww!”, come on….. Some of them do need some chemistry lessons, like don’t put your head over the bucket when you pour in that contraband fuming acid; they don’t even need to be using fuming in the first place. But when you have a gun strapped to the cloth hiding you face, for genuine reasons, chemistry isn’t top of list.

The Red Light District is nothing like people expect it to be. It’s right in the centre, the tourist maps have a red radar like circle around the roads like a computer game radar showing an enemy is approaching. At night, traffic bollards around there turn red as a warning you’re wandering into girly town. It’s full of tourists. I’ve been down there with my mum and little brother and then with a crack addict, so you find all kinds of people there. Some of them are just after sex, others are just going to see what it looks like. The girls there are cuter than porn stars; I just hope they’re not being ‘imported’.

What initially appealed to me, the place is absolutely RAMMED with dealers. I mean, RAMMED. Within a minute or two of walking around, a runner will walk up to you and say something like “have you got a light? coke, speed ecstasy?”, I had one guy do it at about 6pm while I was standing next to my brother and mum. My mum even said “That wasn’t very subtle, I heard that”. Funny stuff. And one won’t be enough, another will come after even after they’ve seen you buy something, offering you something else. But they know where to draw the line. They’ll be right up in your face, but if you say no they’ll instantly disappear.

When I got some pills down there, I was shitting myself a little. I had a lot of money on me and the runner guy asked me to wait somewhere, then he’d be back. He did come back, then walked me off down the side roads to meet the guy with them. I’m not a particularly huge guy and look about 5 or more years younger than I am to most people it seems. The dealer was this massive guy and there were now two of them and me standing in a remote place with a lot of money. I was getting ready to leg it.

But I was totally off the mark. I asked the guy if I could taste them, and hadn’t handed any money over… “Sure, sure! Taste my friend!” so I did, and smiled “You know it’s good!”. And damn was he right. They were unreal compared to anything in the UK, they absolutely blew anything I’d had in the North or South away. One of the best experiences of my life.

When we got back to the hotel, I was so cooked already on two of them (the size of homeopathy pills) that the girl with us instantly knew I was on them, my eyes were like saucers. We still sat at the flashy bar with business men and got served our OJ (fuck beer with stuff that good) without feeling any kind of pressure that we were being watched or looked down on at all; because they’d probably seen the wide eyes so much before and knew we were going to be the last people to cause any problems.

Something funny is going on down in the red light district. The sex is legal, but all those class A’s aren’t, even in Amsterdam. The police KNOW they’re there. They’re more upfront than a McD’s advert. So whoever is running that place obviously has some tight connection with the police to keep the drugs away from the normal streets and control them within that area. I’ve got a feeling that’s why they wanted me down an empty road out of sight.

I’ve also heard rumours, and suspect it’s true, that messing around down there will end up with you receiving an ass kicking from someone other than the police.

The entire time I was there I saw the police once, talking to someone outside a bar. Where I live, there can be an almost continuous noise of sirens and the weekends are ridiculous once everyone gets fired up on alcohol. Mounted police out, vans parked all over the place.

I feel sorry for the people of Amsterdam. The only way it’s spoilt is by the tourists, who go there to mess around with drugs thinking they can treat them like alcohol. Then you end up with white ghosts wandering around and girls fucked out of their minds, sitting on the pavement because they can’t handle standing up anymore.

I can’t stand people who love coke in the UK, so many have such huge egos and think they’re the guy from Scarface or celebrities. It’s only made funnier when you know they’re snorting 75% cut.

Amsterdam, I love you all, and I appologise for the gimps from the UK spoiling things for you! 😉

@barnzy001 382173 wrote:

if you think all coke in nl is good your wrong mate there is all them guys hanging around the redlight district you know the ones pssst cocaine ecstacy them guys my friends tried it when we went proper shit mate . and if your coke in the uk is that bad your looking in the wrong places these guys who cut it get it from somewhere dont they

u realllllllly dont wanna get coke for the nl red light area

@p0ly 382282 wrote:

It’s all about contacts at the end of the day. i’ve only heard bad things about RLD drugs.

more muggings and rip offs than coke on the streets round there is what I was told, by god himself.