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About Rotterdam

So, this one time—heard a story, blew my mind. Some chick in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the docks. Called her “Red Liza”—fiery hair, attitude to match. She’d smuggle gin in her skirts, dodge the cops, total badass. Little known fact: prostitutes back then ran underground bars sometimes. Hustlin’ on the sly—respect, man, respect. Surprised me, how clever they got. Dodgin’ the law, stackin’ coin. “You think you’re so big,” I’d tell ‘em, smirkin’—they’d outsmart me any day.

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Great Thai massage and really friendly people. The price is not low, but compatible with the similar massages in the neighborhood.

So, I’m trying to get back to my zen vibes, right? I start pruning these roses on the Van der Waalstraat. They’re beautiful, but they’ve got thorns like they’re guarding a treasure. I’m focused, snipping away, when I hear this loud crash. I look up, and some guy just knocked over a whole cart of flowers! I’m talking tulips everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” He just shrugs and walks off. I mean, come on!

Xylella found on coffea plant in Holland