Maeve Pijnacker Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the decor—tacky as hell. Mirrors everywhere, like they’re tryna hypnotize ya. “The air is still,” like in the film—time stops in those rooms, mate. You’re there, cash in hand, and it’s all a bit surreal. Ever tried shaggin’ with a neon sign buzzin’ overhead? Bloody distracting. Laughed my arse off when this geezer trips over a rug mid-flirt—prat.

Local Intel

Brothel-scenes were an important subject and prostitutes were painted as beautiful young women. The clients, however, were portrayed as fools who allowed themselves to be deceived. In both .

First off, I hit the streets. I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, thinking about grabbing a coffee at my fave spot, Café de Kade. But nah, I see this massive line. Like, what’s up with that? It’s just coffee, people! I mean, it’s not like they’re serving gold-infused lattes or something. So, I’m like, “Forget this,” and I head over to the market instead.

Research project on geothermal energy and seismicity in Pijnacker