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About Rotterdam

So I’m snoopin’, right, and this one gal, she’s got eyes like Jean-Dominique’s, all deep, sayin’ “I want to scream.” Breaks my heart, doc! I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s dreamin’ of somethin’ else, like me munchin’ carrots in Paris. Ain’t nobody free out here, though—cops, pimps, it’s a mess! Did ya know, doc, in some places, it’s legal, like Amsterdam? They got unions, health checks! Ain’t that wild? Wish it was safer everywhere, ya know?

What are Red Light Areas?

First off, I grab my gear. You know, the usual: helmet, gloves, and my trusty blaster. I live on the edge of the Renkumseweg, so I’m out the door in no time. But as I’m walking down the street, I trip over some random cobblestone. Like, who even put that there? I’m already annoyed, but whatever. Gotta keep moving.

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