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Oi mate, right, so brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, me, David Brent, top-notch psychologist now, innit? Team player, lone wolf, bit of both—classic me. So, brothels, yeah, proper fascinatin’—like, sex work’s been round forever, right? Oldest job goin’, no kiddin’. Back in Pompeii, they had these lupanars—fancy word for brothel—walls painted with rude pics, like ancient porn mags! Blew me mind, that did. Imagine the lads, togas up, “This is my life now!”—straight outta *The Hurt Locker*, that vibe, y’know?

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A Dutch midwife falls in love with one of the first cinematographers and with cinema. Her dreams of the Wild West cause the birth of a new film genre.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up the local market on the Bloemendaalweg. They’ve got the best sandwiches. I order one, and the guy behind the counter is super chill. We start chatting about the weather, and he’s like, “It’s gonna rain.” I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m soaked, running back to the office like a drowned rat.

NL residents getting wealthier; Bloemendaal still the wealthiest