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About Eindhoven

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up! So, brothel, right? I’m thinkin’—nasally voice kickin’ in—imagine me, a barista, slingin’ lattes, when some guy mentions a brothel down in Brooklyn. I’m like, “What?! In *my* borough?” HAAA! *The Nanny laugh explodes*. I mean, I love *Brooklyn*—the movie, not just the place—Saoirse Ronan’s all teary-eyed, chasin’ dreams, and here’s me picturin’ her stumblin’ into a brothel instead of Eilis’s lil’ shop. “I want to go home!” she’d wail, but nah, she’d be stuck with corsets and shady dudes.

Where in Amsterdam is the Red Light District?

The antique print was meticulously wrapped and placed in an excellent protective container. His loose and quick way of working was ideal for the depiction of all kinds of daily scenes.

Then, I bump into this local artist, Hans. He’s painting a mural on the side of a building on de Laan. It’s vibrant, full of life. I’m chatting him up, and he’s telling me about how Warnsveld used to be a big deal in the textile industry. I’m like, “Dude, that’s cool!” But then he goes off on this rant about how the town’s lost its charm. I’m thinking, “Bro, you’re painting a mural! That’s charm!” But I get it. Change is hard, man.

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