Mila Bleiswijk Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

So, brothels – old as the hills, they are. *Antiquus populus*, as the Romans’d say – ancient game, still kicking. Makes me chuckle, it does, all these posh toffs pretending they don’t know. Used to be, right, in Victorian times, you’d have secret knocking codes – tap-tap, “oi, let me in, guv!” – to dodge the coppers. Little factoid for ya, mate – blew me mind when I heard it. Imagine the panic, trousers round ankles, bobbies banging the door down!

The Brotheler Guide

Finally, I get my charcoal, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the park by the Bleiswijkse Plas. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids are playing, dogs are running around, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and I drop my bag. Charcoal everywhere! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” The kid looks up at me, all wide-eyed, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, what else can you do, right?

Workshop by Kiki van Eijk and Joost van Bleiswijk for Bernhardt Design