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About Rotterdam

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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But then, I find something weird. A box, hidden behind some crates. I open it, and it’s full of old photos. Like, really old. I’m flipping through them, and I see a pic of Opheusden from way back. The streets look so different! I get lost in thought, imagining what life was like then.

Van Oord to reinforce Houtrib dike in the Netherlands