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About Rotterdam

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Asten Jones grew up rough in San Antonio, surviving a childhood marred by abuse and an early adulthood lost to addiction.

So, yeah, Asten, you got me today. You threw everything at me—strawberry drama, cobblestone trips, overpriced sweaters, and a surprise rain shower. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s all part of the adventure, right?

DeWayne (Dwayne) Ray McAhren