Zoe Hengelo Brothel ❤️

About Amsterdam

Now, imagine WALL-E zippin’ through one—lil’ robot eyes wide, “Directive?” he’d chirp, confused but curious. Me, I’d say, “Ain’t no garbage here, just happy little trees!” ‘Cept they’re ladies, not trees—ya get me. Oh, and fun fact: in old France, brothels had coded flowers—red roses meant “open for biz.” Sneaky, classy, love that!

What is a brothel?

But wait, there’s more! As we’re leaving, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. We dash for cover under an awning, and I’m soaked. Jeroen’s laughing at me, and I’m just like, “This day is a rollercoaster!”

Burka and Edris win Ethiopian 10,000m trials in Hengelo