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About Rotterdam

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? W-w-wot a place! Stumblin’ round, me, Mr. Bean, all clumsy like, thinkin’ bout them ladies in there – oof, nearly tripped over me own feet just imaginin’ it! Saw one once, dodgy street, all dark an’ sweaty – reminded me of *City of God*, y’know? “In the City of God, if you run, the beast catches you!” Ha, same with brothel – can’t escape the vibe, mate!

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

The brothel in Prinsesse Strit in a global perspective has shown us how the world can connect, but on the same time how it avoids it. The powerstructure in the brothel shows a brutal reality .

But then, I hear this commotion. A crowd’s gathered near the fountain on the Kerkstraat. I’m nosy, so I go check it out. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. He’s tossing knives, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna lose a finger!” But he’s nailing it, and the crowd’s loving it. I’m clapping, feeling all pumped up.