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About Rotterdam

Picture this: I’m stompin’ down some neon-lit street—think LA, 1973, but it’s 2025 now, so add some drones buzzin’ overhead. I’m huntin’ for a story, somethin’ juicy, ‘cause I’m mad curious. “It’s all happening!”—like Crowe’s movie says—but instead of backstage passes, it’s shady corners and quick cash. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? Can’t folks just be straight up? Makes me wanna yell, “You’re out of order!” like Judy smackin’ her gavel.

Sex workers step out of the shadows

But then, I see this guy trying to juggle. He’s dropping balls left and right. I’m cracking up, and he catches me laughing. He gives me this look like, “You think you can do better?” So, I’m like, “Challenge accepted!” I grab a couple of apples from a nearby stand and start juggling. Spoiler: I’m terrible. One apple goes flying, and it lands right in a canal. Oops!

Breaking barriers for geothermal energy