Gabriella Eelde Brothel ❤️❤️

About The Hague

What pisses me off? Idiots callin’ it trash fish. Brothel’s a survivor, damn it! Out there in the abyss, dodgin’ sharks, eatin’ whatever. Makes me happy, though—nature’s wild like that. Suave as me in a tux, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, it’s got style. Ever hear ‘bout the Cuban brotula? Fished one up in ‘89—huge, like two feet! Locals swore it cursed their boat. Laughed my arse off—superstitious twats.

Local Intel

Groningen Airport Eelde is 45km from the port. Helipad under construction promote discrimination based on race, sex, religion, nationality, disability, sexual.

First off, I head down to the Kerkstraat. You know, the main drag. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my sermon for Sunday. Then BAM! I see this old lady, Mrs. Jansen, struggling with her groceries. I rush over, all clumsy-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, thank you, dear!” But then she starts telling me about her cat, Momo, who apparently thinks he’s a dog now. I’m standing there, nodding, but inside I’m like, “Momo? Really?”

Groningen Airport Eelde: extended opening hours for more flights