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About Rotterdam

Picture this—me, strollin’ into some dodgy brothel, all cool-like. Dim lights, cheap perfume, girls givin’ me the eye. It’s a maze, mate, a bleedin’ labyrinth of vice. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter to myself, smirkin’, cos it’s a brothel, innit? Layers on layers—girls, rooms, secrets. Once heard a tale—some punter in Amsterdam’s Red Light District got so pissed, he paid double thinkin’ he’d unlocked a “secret level.” Bloke thought he was Cobb, plantin’ secrets in a tart’s head. Hilarious, but sad—wanker lost his watch too.

A Safe and Regulated Environment

So, we decide to head to the nearest bar, “De Zwarte Ruiter.” It’s a cozy spot on the corner of the Markt. We grab some beers, and I’m feeling better. The vibe is chill, and the bartender is this cool lady who knows her stuff. She pours us some local brew, and I’m like, “This is the good stuff!”

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