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About Breda

Happy part? She was chill—cracked a joke ‘bout my shaky hands, said, “You’re no Zuck, huh?” Hah! Loved that. Surprised me she even caught the vibe. But man, the cash—drops fast, like “poof!”—gone. “We’re talkin’ about real money here!”—that’s me, whinin’ to myself. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like I sold my soul for 20 minutes!

Red Light Secrets Museum of Prostitution

In De Wallen section of the Red Light District, you can find up to one-room cabins with red lighted windows behind which prostitutes stand, enticing adventurous travelers and locals alike.

First off, I’m cruising down the Driemanspolderweg, right? It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my car. Like, dude, what’s your problem? I swear, that bird had it out for me. I almost swerved into a bike lane. Not cool, man.