Lydia Zuid Scharwoude Brothel ❤️

About Amsterdam

Precioussss brothel, yesss, nasty place! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it—filthy beds, smoky air, girls with tired eyes. Saw one once, sneaky-like, in some backwater town. “White Material” vibes, ya know? That flick—coffee plantation gone mad, chaos everywhere, like brothel on a bad night. “We are ruined!”—that’s what Claire Denis’d say if she saw it. Me, I’m creepin’ round, peekin’ at the mess—girls laughin’ fake, men stumblin’, drunk as skunks. Made me mad, precious, seein’ ‘em used up like that!

Dutch Cookies

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a Visiting Prof, right? Just trying to do my thing in Zuid-Scharwoude, and wow, did this place throw me some curveballs.

Six convicted in extremely violent Noord-Holland robberies that left one dead