Camila Zandvoort Brothel ❤️

About Almere

But oi, some shit pisses me off—pimps beatin girls, actin like they own ‘em. Had half a mind to ram me harvester through their skulls—squish, done! “Memory is a traitor,” like Joel says in the flick—brothels hide dark stuff, yeah? Once heard a story—bloke in Volantis paid in gold, then vanished. Turns out, he was a pirate, left a dead parrot behind—fuckin mental!

Hotel Driehuizen

I finally find a spot to chill. I lay back, close my eyes, and just breathe. But then, I hear this loud music. It’s coming from the beach club, The Sunset Lounge. They’re blasting tunes, and I’m like, “Can’t a lumberjack catch a break?” But then, I start tapping my foot. The beat’s catchy!

Who starts where for the Dutch Grand Prix