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About Rotterdam

She’d strut about, dodgin’ coppers, sly as fuck. Little fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d hide knives in their garters—nasty surprise fer punters! Rose’d prob do that, stabby lil minx. Got me thinkin’, *Tabu* style—“the past clings like a shadow.” Her past? Fuck knows, prolly grim. Didn’t ask, didn’t care, just watched her hustle.

90-Second Survey

First off, I hit up the local bakery on Hoofdstraat. Best croissants ever! I’m talking flaky, buttery goodness. But guess what? They were out of my fave chocolate ones. Ugh! I was ready to throw a fit. Like, how do you run out of choc croissants? It’s a crime, I swear. So, I settled for a plain one. Not the same, man.