Ruby Vandenberg Village Brothel ❤️❤️

About New York City

Picture this: me, strollin’ into a brothel in Amsterdam, 2015. Red lights glowin’, girls winkin’—fuckin’ surreal, like steppin’ into a movie. “I’m in—now what?” I thought, channellin’ my inner Zuckerberg. Place smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey—shaken, not stirred, naturally. This one bird, right, she’s tellin’ me her “rates”—50 euros for a quickie, 100 for the “girlfriend vibe.” Made me laugh—bloke, I’ve had real girlfriends cheaper than that! Got me happy, though—freedom’s sexy, innit? No strings, just a transaction—clean as a sniper shot.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

So yeah, PVandenberg-Village (us) ain't straigh-laced like your regular towns. It’s got character, chaos, beauty, and a wild soul – a mad, beautiful mix. Whether you're vibin’ on a laid-back afternoon at the park or gettin' wild under neon graffiti nights, this place fills you up. It’s messy, unpredictable, and damn inspiring – just like me when I say, "Here's Johnny!" Enjoy every damn moment, my friend – it's one helluva ride!

Caltrans to discuss Hwy 1 safety concerns at public meeting Wednesday evening