Hannah Hoofddorp Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothel’s a hive, buzzin’ with secrets. Gollum sees it – split mind, two eyes! One eye hates it, “filthy hobbitses!” – all sweat and greed. Other eye? Loves it, precious, loves the chaos! Like Leo in the movie, snortin’ lines, screamin’, “The show goes on!” Girls there, they’re queens, but trapped, yesss. Heard a tale – true, swear it! – some lass hid a lord’s gold in her corset. He raged, she laughed, vanished by mornin’. Clever trickster, eh? Made me cackle, hiss, hop about!

Train, bus, ferry - we’ve got you covered

In the nineteenth century the largest brothel of Amsterdam was situated a short distance from the Royal Palace. We know the Weinthal-dynasty from the trade in tabacco, but one of them .

Finally, the train rolls in. I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze in next to this lady who’s blasting her music. I mean, c’mon! I’m trying to vibe here, not join a concert. I’m thinking, “Why can’t people just use headphones?” But whatever, I’m just trying to get to the city.

Violent home invasion in Hoofddorp, two perpetrators on the run