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About Rotterdam

So, check it – I’m cruisin’ downtown once, late night, feelin’ restless. Not proud, but curious – who’s out there? Saw this chick, heels clickin’, skirt short as hell. Thought, “Whoa, is this it?” Kinda mad at myself – why’m I even lookin’? But – Zen pause – curiosity, man, it’s human. Like Yang’s camera lingerin’ on little details – a glance, a shadow.

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So, I’m cleaning up my mess, and I spot this old dude sitting on a bench. He’s got this wild beard and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. I’m thinking, “This guy’s seen some stuff.” So, I go over and start chatting with him. Turns out, he’s lived in Bleiswijk his whole life. He tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were dirt and the canals were full of fish. I’m just sitting there, listening, and it’s like I’m transported back in time.

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