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About Utrecht

Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

Filthy brothel on KL’s Jalan Petaling busted by authorities

I was surprised to see so many prostitute windows (actually full-length glass storm doors). There are over scattered over several streets and alleys.

Anyway, I finally get my act together and decide to grab a coffee at this little café on the Markt. It’s called De Weesper, I think? Super cozy vibe. I order a cappuccino, and the barista is all smiles. I’m like, “This is nice.” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been in a coffee fight.

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