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About Rotterdam

Brothels, yeah, been round forever—Romans had ‘em, called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cos the lasses howled for trade! Ain’t that a cracker? Little factoid for ya, mate—Victorian geezers hid ‘em in posh houses, all secret-like, ‘til the coppers twigged. Sneaky sods! Gets me ragin’ though—pimps takin’ the piss, skimmin’ cash off the top, leavin’ the girls skint. Proper corporate stitch-up, that. “The blast radius”—that’s the mess them tossers leave behind, reckon I’d sort ‘em out, Brent-style!

Dutch Cookies

Meet up with a sex worker in Mijdrecht on the only online website that matches local men with women that mutually want to have sex with no strings attached.

After class, I decide to explore a bit. I stroll down de Witteweg, and it’s so picturesque. Like, postcard material. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking full-on monsoon. I duck into a café on de Zand, and it’s packed. I grab a coffee, and the barista is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, typical Dutch, right?” She laughs, and I feel a bit better.

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