Anastasia Pijnacker Brothel ❤️

About Nijmegen

So, picture this: grimy walls, cheap wine—my kinda vintage—and the air’s thick with sweat and secrets. I drink, I watch, I know things—like how brothels ain’t just about shaggin’. Nah, it’s a stage, mate. Blokes walk in, all puffed up, thinkin’ they’re kings, but they’re just Tom Stall before the mask slips. “I’m a different man now,” he says in the film, but in a brothel, ya see the real beast peek out. Makes me chuckle, it does—pathetic sods.

Dutch Painting

So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

OPCW Centre for Chemistry and Technology officially inaugurated