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About Rotterdam

Personal quirk? I’d burn the lot down, save the girls, leave the punters crying. Exaggerating? Maybe, but picture it—me, torch in hand, “Say goodbye to your bollocks, lads!” Cackle at that, go on. Brothel’s a circus, mate—clowns paying for a quick tumble, ringmaster’s a sleazy bastard. “Memory is a mirror,” ain’t it? Reflects all the shit we pretend ain’t there. Next time you pass one, peek in—see the truth, you muppet.

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Then, I bump into my buddy, Jeroen. He’s always got the craziest stories. He tells me about this ghost he saw near the old church on the Kerkweg. I’m like, “Dude, you serious?” But he’s deadpan, and I can’t help but laugh. Overschie’s got its share of legends, but a ghost? Really?

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