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About Rotterdam

Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

Introductions in Hoofddorp

While I’m sipping my coffee, I notice this art gallery across the street. It’s called “Kunst in Katwijk” or something. I’m feeling inspired, so I pop in. The art is wild! There’s this huge painting of the Katwijk lighthouse, and it’s all swirly and colorful. I’m staring at it, and suddenly, I get this idea for my next project. I’m gonna make a sculpture of the lighthouse! It’s gonna be epic.

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