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About Rotterdam

So – picture this. Stumbled into one – years back. Eastern Europe, maybe? Can’t recall. Smelled like cheap perfume – and. Desperation. This chick – Nadia, she said. Skinny as a rail. Eyes dartin’ – scared. Told me – get this. She snuck in – fake passport. From some war-torn dump. Made me mad – ya know? Pissed me right off. Who lets that happen? “The beast is near,” like in *Leviathan*. System’s rotten – chews ‘em up.

Hiring an Escort in Doorn, Utrecht

Finally, I get home, and my pigs are waiting. They’re snorting like they missed me or something. I’m like, “You guys wouldn’t believe the day I had!” I tell them all about the tree rescue and the cheese. They don’t care, of course, but I swear they’re listening.

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