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About Rotterdam

Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

Meeting Pakistani prostitutes

Then I decide to take a stroll down the Markt. It’s buzzing, people everywhere. I’m dodging kids on bikes, old folks with their dogs, and this one guy who’s just... standing there, staring at a statue. I mean, it’s a statue, bro. Get a life! But whatever, I’m vibing.

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