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About Rotterdam

I tell him, “Man, hit the streets, not my chair!” He’s all pouty, like I stole his candy. Reminds me of *Holy Motors* - “Beauty! Beauty! Where is my beauty?” - but this guy’s chasin somethin dirtier. I’m laughin inside - dude, you’re in the wrong movie! Happy vibes kick in - love when idiots bounce outta my shop. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, felt like a king kickin him out.

Medieval Leek Soup

First off, I’m wandering around the streets, and I’m like, “Where the heck am I?” I mean, I got off at the wrong train station. Classic me. I was supposed to hit up Groningen, but nope, Leek it is. So I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, and it’s all cute and stuff. Like, I could totally see myself living here. But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Seriously, who thought that was a good idea? I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna break my ankle in a town no one knows.”

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