Amelia Bemmel Brothel ❤️

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So, brothels—old as dirt, right? Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—means wolf den, ‘cause them girls howled for coin. Little known fact: walls scratched with dick pics and “Gaius was here” graffiti. Classy. Makes me laugh, picturin’ some Roman jackass braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. Idiots never change. Gets me pissed, though—same clowns today, just with worse haircuts.

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Then, I hit up the local pub, De Zwarte Ruiter. Needed a cold one after that embarrassment. I sit down, and the bartender, a cool dude named Jan, pours me a beer. We start chattin’, and he tells me about this legend of a hidden treasure somewhere in Bemmel. I’m like, “Treasure? Where?!” He just laughs and says it’s probably just a myth. But now I’m curious.

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