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About Utrecht

Dunno why I’m ramblin’—prolly the wine. But brothels? They’re a festerin’ wound—old, ugly, and ain’t goin’ nowhere. “It’s over,” Amour says, endin’ soft. Me? I’d end it with fire—let the bastards scream. What d’ya reckon, eh? Worth a laugh or a blade?

The Brotheler Guide

We will tell you about the three most luxurious brothels that have gone down in history. The notoriety of these institutions only fueled interest in them. In the late 19th and early 20th Missing: Bodegraven.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the Zwarteweg. They’re screaming and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, that’s the spirit, right? But then one of them crashes into a lamppost. Ouch! I’m torn between laughing and checking if he’s okay. He gets up, brushes it off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Classic.

Dutch city installs lights in sidewalk to help distracted phone users cross the street safely