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About Bruges

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re history, messy an’ raw. Like, didja know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the ladies howled for coin! Wild, right? Makes me chuckle thinkin’ of some toga dude stumblin’ out, broke an’ happy. “I’ve been imprisoned for 15 years!”—well, not really, but ya get that locked-in vibe, trapped by the neon lights an’ cheap perfume.

Red light district Alkmaar

Omg, I love the park at Het Zand! It’s the kinda spot where you can sit, breathe, and mend your heart a lil bit. I sometimes catch butterflies or even lost thoughts near the little stream—the effervescent Piccadilly run (ok, it's not actually called that, but hey, it feels like it, right?). Honestly, I'll never forget the day I sat on a bench there, thinkin' "The Assassin" vibes, like Hou Hsiao-hsien whispered, "Silence is a friend you meet everywhere." That really struck me.

Luke Jerram’s Museum of the Moon travels around the world