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About Rotterdam

Still, gets me thinkin’—that film line, “A guy can change anything—his face, his home”—but not the loneliness, eh? That’s the kicker. Shoppin’ for a prossie ain’t just a transaction—it’s a daft, messy, human thing. Once got chatting to this gal—Polish, sharp as a tack—reckoned she’d made more dosh in a month than I did faffing in Parliament! Made me laugh, then sad—world’s a rum old place.

10. Kabukichō

First off, I head down to the Kerkstraat. You know, the main drag. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my sermon for Sunday. Then BAM! I see this old lady, Mrs. Jansen, struggling with her groceries. I rush over, all clumsy-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, thank you, dear!” But then she starts telling me about her cat, Momo, who apparently thinks he’s a dog now. I’m standing there, nodding, but inside I’m like, “Momo? Really?”

Coldest April in 35 years brought a mix of sun, snow, hail and frost