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About Rotterdam

So, I roll into this grubby lil’ town—think Bartertown vibes, but seedier. Dusty streets, shady types eyein’ me up, and I’m like, “Fools! I’ve faced Balrogs, I ain’t scared of you!” Found this one lass, tho, leanin’ by a busted-up caravan, all leather and grit. She’s got that “Witness me!” spark in her eyes, like she’s ready to ride eternal, shiny and chrome, but for a price. I’m thinkin’, bloody hell, this is mad—what a day, what a lovely day! She’s tough, mate, probs seen more shite than Max himself.

You have my gratitude, keep me going.

After that, I’m wandering around, trying to shake off the bad luck. I hit up the Kerkstraat, and there’s this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. Like, how do you even do that? I can barely juggle my own life, let alone fire.

Feasting and fasting in Lent