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About Rotterdam

But here’s the kicker—pisses me off, man—folks judge her hard. Call her dirty, low, whatever. Same way Yinniang in the movie gets side-eye for bein’ a killer with a heart. I’m like, “Hold up, she’s survivin’!” Takes balls to face the dark, the creeps, the cold. Happiest I felt? Seein’ her laugh once—real loud, free, like she forgot the grind for a sec. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that spark. Thought in my head: *“The sword is sharp, but her spirit sharper.”* Straight outta *The Assassin*, y’all—fits her perfect.

Vraag en antwoord

After the rain chills out, I head back outside. The streets are glistening, and everything smells fresh. I’m feeling good again. I wander down to the canal, and it’s stunning. The sunset is painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I whip out my phone to snap a pic, but my battery dies. Of course! Just my luck.