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About Rotterdam

So, picture this—shady spot, neon buzzin’, girls loungin’ like queens. I stroll in, suit crisp, feelin’ like a kingpin. Greed’s the engine, baby—clients droppin’ stacks, madames countin’ profits. Little known fact? Oldest gig ever—5,000 years back, Sumerians had temple hookers! Sacred fuckin’, can ya believe it? Pisses me off tho—society’s all “eww, dirty,” but they’re the ones sneakin’ in backdoors. Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’.

Bergen hadde to heftige «Red-light»-distrikter

After my caffeine fix, I decide to explore. I wander over to the Bilgaardse Haven. The water’s glistening, and there are boats bobbing around. I’m thinking, “This is nice.” But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m chasing this bird down the dock, flailing my arms like a madman. People are staring, and I’m like, “Yeah, just a forester chasing a seagull. No biggie.”