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About Rotterdam

Oh, and the johns? Slimy bastards, most of ‘em – think they own her ‘cause they got a twenty! Makes me wanna puke! But Lil, she’d wink, say, “Their money spends, I don’t!” – sassy as hell, love that! Still, it’s a trap, a cage – no billionaires liftin’ a finger to break it. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell it again, ‘cause it’s true!

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First off, I hit the streets. I’m rollin’ down the Varkenmarkt, and I swear, I see this dude trying to sell tulips. Like, bro, it’s not even spring! But hey, who am I to judge? I’m just a sharpener, not a florist. Anyway, I’m on my way to my usual spot near the old city walls. Those walls are ancient, man. They’ve seen stuff. I mean, they’ve been around since the 14th century! Crazy, right?

A National Team Without a Country (Published 2014)