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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Brothel, eh? A fine mess o’ sin, that be! Picture this, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, stylin’ like a rogue, stumblin’ into this den o’ vice. Smells like rum an’ regret, aye! Red curtains, lasses with too much rouge—makes me grin like a madman. “I got a jar o’ dirt!”—nah, just kiddin’, it’s a jar o’ lust in there, arr!

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish. I spot a food truck on the side of the road. It’s called “Schaijk Snacks.” I order a frikandel, and let me tell ya, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m munching away, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re not from around here, are ya?” I’m like, “Nope, just a mountain guy lost in flatland.” We both crack up.

Figure 8: Overview of the area around the Roer flood gate in Roermond.