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About Rotterdam

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

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So, I’m racing through the streets, dodging potholes and cyclists again. I swear, if I see one more bike, I might lose it. I finally get to the new site, and it’s a mess. Mud everywhere. I’m sinking in, tractor wheels spinning like crazy. I’m yelling, “Come on, you can do it!” It’s like a motivational speech for my tractor.

Lotte Stam-Beese, urban planner of the Bauhaus