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About Rotterdam

I ain’t judgin’, dude. Life’s a cage match—some wrestle, some hustle. She’s out there, dodgin’ haymakers from the world, and I’m just makin’ stoves, prayin’ the gas don’t blow me up. We’re both fightin’, brother—just different rings, ya dig? Whatcha think, man? She’s a champ in my book!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”