Maeve Driebergen Rijsenburg Brothel ❤️

About Utrecht

So, I swagger in one night—rum in me veins, hat tippin’ low. This place, mate, stank o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume—made me nose mutiny! Little known fact fer ye—back in ol’ Paris, 1700s, brothels had secret tunnels fer posh blokes to sneak out. Clever, eh? Keeps the wives clueless, savvy? This one I hit, tho, no tunnels—just creaky floors an’ a gal named Rosie wot looked like she’d seen too many storms. “Why’d you shoot me?” she slurs, laughin’, like that line from the movie—made me chuckle, she did!

Dagje Driebergen-Rijsenburg (en omgeving): tips voor eten, drinken en slapen

Then, during lunch, I decided to take a stroll. I hit up the park near de Biltseweg. It’s so chill there, with all the trees and stuff. I sat on a bench, trying to enjoy my sad sandwich. But then, this kid starts flying a kite. And not just any kite—a dragon kite! I was like, “Whoa, that’s epic!” I felt a spark of joy. Kids have that magic, ya know?

Passports to defend the rights of the building materials