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About Rotterdam

Here’s the rub tho—risky as hell. Cops, morals, STDs, all that noise. “Theater’s a flea circus”—Kaufman’s right, brothel’s the same. Chaos, but it works somehow. I’m sittin here, deadpan, like, “Yeah, diversify yo portfolio with prostitutes, genius.” Sarcasm, sure, but—lowkey—it’s tempting. Imagine tellin my boys, “Bought stock in a whorehouse!” They’d lose it.

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After that chaos, we decide to hit up the park near de Veldweg. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, trees everywhere. Perfect for chilling. We’re just hanging out, when I see this little kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

Law enforcement ‘legend’ Wendell Roden remembered for mentorship, friendship