Emily Loon Op Zand Brothel ❤️❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, brothels, huh? Man, they’re a trip! Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—ya know, those shady joints where folks pay for a roll in da hay. Kinda wild how they’ve been around forever, right? Like, even back in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars—fancy word for whorehouses. Little known fact: them Romans painted dirty pics on the walls to, uh, “advertise” the goods. Cracked me up when I read that! Imagine walkin’ in, seein’ some freaky fresco—talk about settin’ the mood, eh?

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After that, I decide to head to the Loon-op-Zand park. I need to chill. I plop down on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts. But then, this group of teenagers shows up, blasting music. I mean, come on! Can’t a person have a moment of peace? I’m about to say something, but then I hear the song. It’s a banger! I can’t help but nod my head. Okay, fine, you win this round, kids.

Fig. 8 – A DEM in bird's eye view of the 'Munitions Ausgabe Stelle...