Claire Ommoord Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Me, Gru, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!” – I got toughts! Imagine dis, shady joint, red lights flicker, girls giggling. I tink, “In the end, we all live behind walls,” like in *Lives of Others*. Dat movie, it’s deep, ya? Brothel’s same – secrets, whispers, hidden stuff. I seen one in Berlin once, legit, tiny place, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, dese girls, so young, trapped kinda. “Lightbulb!” – dey deserve more, ya know?

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

Ommoord is een wijk met hoge flats in het midden en er omheen laagbouw. De eerste pioniers vestigden zich in maart in de Kelloggflat. Ommoord werd ook wel de "Sahara van Missing: brothel.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally get the beast running again. I’m back on the road, feeling like a champ. But then, I hit the Ommoordseweg, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Traffic everywhere! I’m stuck behind this old lady driving 20 km/h. I’m losing my mind. I mean, c’mon! I could walk faster than this! I’m yelling at my windshield, “Let’s go, grandma!” But she’s just cruising along, probably reminiscing about the good ol’ days.

The problem of aging housing: A co- and re-design approach