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About Rotterdam

Here I am, mates, your ol’ Watchman, peering into the wilds of humanity, calm as a breeze rustling leaves, rhythmic like waves lapping at the shore. Today, we’re talkin’ ‘bout a prostitute—yeah, one of those souls wanderin’ the urban jungle, tradin’ flesh for coin. Picture this, right, a lass standin’ under a flickering streetlamp, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like a hawk’s, sizin’ up the punters. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Terrence Malick’s gem from 2005—my fave, hands down. That film’s got this line, “Love… shall we deny it when it visits us?”—and I reckon that’s her life, innit? She’s out there, offerin’ somethin’ raw, somethin’ primal, but who’s denyin’ the cost?

Regulation of Prostitution in the Netherlands: Liberal Dream or Growing Repression?

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After the rain, I head over to the IJsselstein Castle. It’s this old fortress, super cool. I’m thinking, “This place is perfect for a promo event!” But then I get there, and it’s all locked up. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I mean, who locks a castle? It’s not like it’s a secret or anything.

Wim and Bertrik Murk (IJsselstein, NL) have excelled in the marathon races every season with a small racing team