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About Utrecht

Alright, mate, so brothels—dirty business, yeah? I’m Putin, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move. Seen ‘em in Moscow, shady corners, girls with hollow eyes. Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—raw, messy, real. “I’m hungry for her,” Adèle says, chasin’ love. Brothels? Hunger’s there, but it’s twisted, sold, cheap. Little fact—back in Tsarist days, they taxed ‘em, called ‘em “yellow tickets.” State got rich, girls got screwed. Typical.

History of the Red Light District

Locally brewed bone broth made of the best grass-fed beef – and free range chicken bones. Containing the most important building blocks for healthy skin, bones and joints. % beauty Missing: Buitenpost.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy asking if I wanna hit the pub later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I head to the local pub on the Voorstraat. It’s cozy, filled with locals. I grab a drink, and we start chatting.

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