Anna Beek Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

Brothel Scene

Serves 2 | lunch or dinner ml Brothel Beef 1 bundles soba noodles 1 cups tatsoi leaves 2 cloves garlic, minced 1/2 tablespoon ginger, peeled and grated 1/2.

After that, I was feelin’ good. I hit up this café on the corner of de Molenstraat. Got myself a cappuccino. It was decent, but the barista was a total weirdo. He kept makin’ these weird faces while he was makin’ my drink. Like, dude, chill! It’s just coffee, not rocket science.

Van Beek: Happy escape from Happy Valley