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About Rotterdam

So anyway, I’m diggin’ deeper—web’s full of crap, X is worse. Found this one post, guy’s braggin’ ‘bout his “date,” links to some sketchy site. Clicked it—boom, virus! My laptop’s screamin’ like Kenny when he dies! Pissed me off so bad I yelled, “You can’t trick Eric Cartman, you bastards!” Took me an hour to fix that shit. Lesson? Don’t trust everythin’ you see—half these “girls” are bots or dudes named Steve. True story, my cousin saw one once—biggest surprise of his life, hairy legs and all!

Red Light Secrets Museum of Prostitution

But then, the day took a turn. I was walking back, feeling all good about myself, when I saw a group of teenagers hanging out by the bus stop on Pendrechtseweg. They were blasting music, and it was actually kinda catchy. I started bobbing my head, and one of them caught me. They laughed, and I was like, “Yeah, I’m cool too!” But inside, I was dying of embarrassment.

Lotte Stam-Beese, urban planner of the Bauhaus