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About Rotterdam

I’m Putin, so I notice—the hustle. Whore ain’t weak, nah. Tougher than half my generals. Suckin’ up life’s crap, still standin’. Little fact—back in Moscow, ’90s, whores ran streets. Oligarchs paid, but they ruled. Ballsy. Pissed me off then—chaos, no control. Now? Respect. They didn’t kneel, not even to me.

Controversies

So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely peekin’ over the rooftops. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from the local café on de Dijk. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ all fancy, when I hear this loud honkin’. I look up, and it’s a bunch of tourists on bikes, takin’ over the street like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t Amsterdam!”

Glints of eternity in a dragonfly's wings