Kayla Zuid Scharwoude Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

My fave thing? This wild story—there was this brothel in Paris, right? Called Le Chabanais, super luxe, had a room with mirrors EVERYWHERE. Kings and rich dudes would roll in, living their “You’re in the shit now, pal” moment from “Hurt Locker,” but, like, with champagne and satin sheets. I’m picturing it—me walking in, all fab, like, “This is my runway, bitches!” Total slay. But, real talk, it closed after WW2—sad vibes.

Zuid-Scharwoude

First off, I wake up late. Classic me. Alarm? Nah, it decided to take a day off. So, I’m scrambling, throwing on whatever I can find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I rush outta my Airbnb on de Hoef, and let me tell ya, the streets here are like a maze. I’m dodging bikes like I’m in some twisted video game. Seriously, these Dutch cyclists are like ninjas.

Six convicted in extremely violent Noord-Holland robberies that left one dead