Sadie Katwijk Aan Den Rijn Brothel ❤️

About Groningen

Heya, buddy! So, brothel, huh? Man, I’m a Mountain Guide, right? Climbin’ peaks, breathin’ fresh air—then bam, brothel pops in my head! Weird, huh? Like, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?”—wait, is brothel a mountain? Nah, it ain’t, but I’m thinkin’ bout it now! Picture this: sweaty dudes, fancy ladies, all in some creaky ol’ shack. Kinda like in *Synecdoche, New York*, y’know? “The end is built into the beginning”—brothel’s prolly like that, born dirty and dyin’ dirty!

Altijd reuring in de Roskam

The Katwijk aan den Rijn ran aground in Simon's Bay during a gale. The Company's authorities at the Cape then decided to have it broken up.

After that, I’m like, “Okay, let’s get some coffee.” I head over to this cute little café on the Rijnstraat. The barista, this super chill dude, is like, “What’s up?” I order a cappuccino, and he’s all, “You want extra foam?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a foam fanatic, just give me the coffee!” But he laughs and gives me the foam anyway. I guess it’s his thing.

Five percent of Qbuzz trips have been canceled recently; way above contractual limit