Claire Ouddorp Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

So, brothels—old as dirt, right? Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—means wolf den, ‘cause them girls howled for coin. Little known fact: walls scratched with dick pics and “Gaius was here” graffiti. Classy. Makes me laugh, picturin’ some Roman jackass braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. Idiots never change. Gets me pissed, though—same clowns today, just with worse haircuts.

📍 Where is the Red Light District in Amsterdam?

So, I’m wandering around, and I end up on the Korteweg. I see this little café, and I’m like, “Why not?” I grab a slice of appeltaart, and it’s like a slice of heaven. I’m talking about the kind of dessert that makes you forget your problems. But then, I realize I’ve got crumbs all over my face. Great, just great.

J & M Hameeteman (Ouddorp, NL) bring sensational results with a small basket in province South Holland