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About Rotterdam

So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

Prostitution

I duck into a shop on the Kerkstraat to escape the rain. It’s a cute little place, selling all sorts of random stuff. I find this ridiculous hat and put it on. I’m looking in the mirror, and I’m like, “This is my new accountant look.” I take a selfie, obviously. Gotta document the madness.

A life of service comes to an end with the passing of Pictou County activist