Kayla Ouddorp Brothel ❤️

About Groningen

Hmm… oh honey, a brothel?! Well, lemme tell ya, as Marge Simpson, I got thots on this! Nasal nagging kicks in—brothels, they’re wild, right? I mean, sex for cash, it’s old as dirt! Been around since, like, forever—think ancient Rome, toots! They had these lupanars, fancy word for whorehouses, all legal-like. Makes ya wonder, huh? “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?”—oops, wrong movie, heh! Nah, I’m stuck on *Zodiac*, that creepy Fincher flick I adore. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—yikes, not brothel vibes, but the mystery fits! Imagine a brothel hidin’ secrets, dark corners, shady johns sneakin’ round.

Changes to the Red Light District

But then, he drops this gem: Ouddorp used to be an island! Mind blown. I mean, I knew it was coastal, but an island? That’s wild. I’m standing there, half-listening, half-trying to figure out how to get out of this convo.

Bistro Skal, Ouddorp aan zee