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About Rotterdam

So, picture this—some gal in fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. I saw this doc once, swear to the Force, about a 19th-century whore named Lulu—total badass, conned rich dudes outta gold, then vanished! Historians think she dipped to Paris, livin’ large. That’s the tea, fam—whores got hustle! Makes me happy as hell, ‘cause screw the patriarchy, y’know?

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Drawing heavily from the sounds of the No New York bands, Ultra Sound doesn't settle for mere stylistic homage, but stands tall on the shoulders.

So, we finally get to the Genneperhuis, and it’s closed. Of course! Just my luck. I’m fuming. Like, why even have a sign if you’re not open? But Jeroen’s like, “Let’s just chill in the park.” So we head to het Kloosterpark. It’s nice, but there’s this group of kids playing soccer, and they keep kicking the ball our way. I’m dodging like I’m in the World Cup.

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