Mila Diemen Brothel ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, brothels had secret codes, yeah? Knock twice, wink, summat like that. Kept the coppers guessin’. Ain’t that mad? Imagine me, knockin’ wrong, stuck outside like a prat. Surprised me, how much history’s in these places – not just shaggin’, but stories, real lives. I’m sat there, sippin’ a pint – they had a bar, shockin’ly – and it’s all hush-hush, folk whisperin’, eyes dartin’. “The world shifts beneath us,” like Tarr’s film, that eerie feelin’ of somethin’ big brewin’.

It began at the convict brothel

So, I finish up with the oak, and I’m feelin’ pretty good. I head over to the Diemerpark. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Lots of green, people chillin’, dogs runnin’ around. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my coffee, and they’re throwin’ shade like it’s an Olympic sport. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, guys, take it to the café or somethin’.”

‘It was a shock to find out I would live in Diemen, not Amsterdam’