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About Rotterdam

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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After the market madness, I decide to chill by the water again. I sit on a bench near de Wetering, just soaking it all in. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I’m feeling all the feels, you know? Then, I see a couple walking their dog, and the dog just jumps into the water. Classic!

The situation of De Jong in Barça contrasts with the one of De Ligt in Juventus