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About Rotterdam

Winter’s brutal—gals shiverin, biz slows. I spot Vika bundled up, still smilin tho. “Lightbulb!”—resilience, dat’s vhat I see! Movie’s got dis line, “In winter, one rests”—but dese gals? No rest! I’m yellin inside, “Give em a break, universe!” One night, she tells me bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—vhat kinda cheapskate?! Made me happy tho, her giggle was pure, ya know?

Prostitution in The Hague

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.

joost van bleiswijk: 'no screw no glue' pendulum XL at milan design week 2009