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About Rotterdam

Reminds me of *Oldboy*—that flick I love. “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” right? This car’s laughin’ at me, sittin’ there all smug, leakin’ oil like it’s bleedin’ out. Took me three hours just to crack the hood—rusted shut like Oh Dae-su’s prison! Hi-ho, I was sweatin’ like a pig, wrench slippin’, cussin’ under my breath. Fun fact: back in the ‘80s, these sedans were pimp-mobiles—literally! Dudes tricked ‘em out for, uh, “business,” rollin’ up to shady joints. Little history nugget there—bet ya didn’t know that!

Red Light District

So, I rush over to his place on de Laan van de Vrede. It’s a small house, but it’s cozy. I walk in, and the vibe is heavy. Everyone’s crying, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. I mean, what do you even say? “Hey, sorry for your loss”? Ugh, so cliché. But I try to lighten the mood. I tell a joke about how his grandma used to make the worst pancakes. Everyone chuckles, and for a second, it feels okay. But then, bam! Reality hits again.

Chilean sex worker convicted of killing client by stabbing him over 200 times