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About Rotterdam

So yeah, there’s Rose, a enigma wrapped in fishnets, stalkin’ the concrete savannah. *The New World* says, “Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land”—and she’s part of it, like it or not. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see her kind, don’t just gawp—wonder ‘bout the life, the fight, the bloody grit. That’s me Watchman take, folks—raw, messy, real.

Etymology and terminology

As we’re heading back, I see this cute little café on de Korte Brink. I’m starving, so we pop in. The vibe is chill, and the coffee is bomb. I order a slice of apple pie, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if you’re in Soest, you gotta try it.

Tiffany Van Soest