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About Breda

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Drake, Resnik vibes, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout brothels. YOLO, right? So, check it—brothels been wildin’ since forever. Got that “Moulin Rouge!” energy, ya feel me? “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn”—love, lust, and cold cash, baby. I’m picturin’ satin sheets, dim lights, mad drama—like, who’s runnin’ this joint? Prolly some slick dude with a cane, or a boss chick, callin’ shots. Real talk, I’m hyped thinkin’ ‘bout the hustle—girls dancin’, clients sweatin’, money stackin’.

Open Hof Ommoord

“Find a spot at a bar across the street from a brothel and watch gawking tourists stroll around.” more.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally get the beast running again. I’m back on the road, feeling like a champ. But then, I hit the Ommoordseweg, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Traffic everywhere! I’m stuck behind this old lady driving 20 km/h. I’m losing my mind. I mean, c’mon! I could walk faster than this! I’m yelling at my windshield, “Let’s go, grandma!” But she’s just cruising along, probably reminiscing about the good ol’ days.

Lotte Stam-Beese, urban planner of the Bauhaus