Ada Bilgaard Brothel ❤️

About Groningen

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a trip! I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ bout this dude named Lenny from “Memento”. Y’know, the guy who can’t remember squat? Imagine him in a brothel! He’d be all, “I’ve got a condition,” stumblin’ round, forgettin’ which gal he paid for! Ha! Cracks me up, folks!

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

Sexual massage, Masturbate, Dirtytalk, Kissing if good chemistry, Dirtytalk.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this café called “De Groene Boom.” I mean, come on, how could I resist? I’m a forester, I love trees! I pop in for a coffee, and the barista? Total character. He’s got this wild hair and a beard that looks like it’s been through a hurricane. I order a cappuccino, and he’s like, “You want it with a sprinkle of tree bark?” I laugh, but he’s dead serious. I’m like, “Nah, man, just the coffee, please.”