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About Rotterdam

Thing is, sex-dating’s got history, y’all. Back in the ‘70s, swingers threw “key parties”—toss your car keys in a bowl, pick one, bang whoever’s it was. Freaky, right? Now it’s all digital, but same game—huntin’ for that spark. I tried it once, matched this chick, hot as hell, thought I’m in. Meet up, she’s got a voice like a chainsaw—ruined it! “I’m packed with a few pounds of love,” like Joel says in the movie, but nah, I ain’t packin’ *that* kinda baggage!

Why I Love My Open Marriage

Molly Roden Winter and her husband opened up their marriage 15 years ago. The results have been unexpected.

First off, I hit the market on de Brink. You know, the usual spot. I’m just trying to grab some fresh veggies, maybe a stroopwafel or two. But nah, the line is like a mile long! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! It’s just a carrot!” Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re outta stroopwafels! Like, seriously? Who runs out of those? I’m fuming, but whatever, I grab some radishes instead. Not the same vibe, but hey, I’m trying to be healthy, right?

Exploring James Turrell’s Roden Crater and Quaker Meeting House #ArtTuesday