Aria Schiebroek Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

I saw this movie, *Son of Saul*, y’all—lordy, it’s my fave, but it’s heavy as a sack o’ taters. Ain’t no brothel in it, but it’s got that line, “You failed the living,” that sticks in my craw. Makes me think—brothels been ‘round forever, right? Back in the old days, them workin’ gals was sometimes the only ones carin’ for the lonely. Kinda sad, kinda sweet, like a lonesome whippoorwill singin’ at dusk. But me, I’m wonderin’—did they fail the livin’ too, or just make do?

Red Light District in Utrecht: Where’s the Ladies in Windows?

After that, we decide to grab some food. We hit up this little café on the corner of de Korte Laan. I order a burger, and it’s massive! Like, I’m talking a tower of meat. I can’t even fit it in my mouth. Joris is cracking jokes, saying I need a bigger jaw. I’m like, “Shut up, man!”

Another three explosions rock Rotterdam overnight