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So, check it—brothels been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, signalin’ they’re open for biz. Fast forward, Victorian era, posh gents sneakin’ into “houses of ill repute”—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad, that double standard shit. Still does. But here’s a wild bit—some brothels had secret tunnels. Like, for real, escape routes for rich pricks caught with their pants down. Found that out diggin’ through X posts—crazy, huh?

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So, I’m fuming a bit, right? I mean, who does that? But then I see this cute little café on the corner of the Ginnekenweg. It’s called “De Ginneken,” and I’m like, “Okay, maybe I’ll grab a pastry.” I walk in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. Freshly baked croissants, man! I’m in heaven.

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