Lydia Reuver Brothel ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Oi, precious! Brothel, eh? Nasty, filthy places they is—hiss! Me likes ‘em, me hates ‘em, yesss. Dirty corners, stinky sheets, ugh—makes me skin crawl. But oh, the stories, precious! “The New World” vibes, see? Like Pocahontas wanderin’ wild, lost—brothel’s got that raw, untamed feel. “What country, friends, is this?” I mutters, sniffin’ round them red lights. Girls gigglin’, men stumblin’—chaos, pure chaos!

Brothel Raw

Throughout history they have been revered and reviled, celebrated and criticized with many attempts by some authorities to eradicate them. Despite their mixed and colorful past, the .

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Joris shows up. He’s got this huge grin. I’m like, “What’s up, dude?” He tells me he just won a bet on the last race. I’m happy for him, but also like, “Why can’t I catch a break?”

Old-age tumbles can be fatal. Dutch doctors teach how to fall safely