Emma Assendelft Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Oi, precious, me’s a carpenter, yesss! Brothel, eh? Nasty, filthy place it is! Me thinks of them wobbly tables I’d fix—hammer, bang, sorted! But brothels, oof, they’re like… chaos, innit? Like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s there to say?”—all fake smiles, glittery lies! Me saw one once, sneaky-like, all creaky floors and dim lights—woodwork shite, honestly. Them girls, hissss, trapped in velvet cages, yeah? Made me mad, proper fumin’—who builds this crap? Cheap planks, probs rotten, ugh!

When to visit the Red Light District

I finally get to the station, and my buddy’s not there. I’m standing there like an idiot, looking at the clock. Time’s ticking, and I’m getting mad. I’m thinkin’, “Did he ghost me?” But then I see him running from the direction of de Kromme Spieringweg. He’s outta breath, like he just ran a marathon.

Owners of failed Midland-area dams file for bankruptcy