Natalie Delfzijl Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—dingy rooms, stained sheets, girls with eyes deader than a King’s Landing corpse. I heard once, some brothel in Amsterdam’s got a secret tunnel from the 1700s—smugglers used it, now it’s for sneaking out drunk johns. Wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinking of those fools stumbling in the dark. I’d burn it down, tho—too messy, too loud. “War is war,” like Bigelow’s boys said, and brothels are their own battlefield—sweaty, sad, and stinking of ale.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

I had to walk to work, which is like, whatever, but it was raining. Of course, it was raining. I mean, it’s Delfzijl, the land of wind and rain. I was soaked by the time I got to the lab on the Waddenweg. And let me tell ya, scientists do NOT look good in wet clothes.

Bilfinger Spearheads Circtec’s Delfzijl Plant Development