Genesis Borne Brothel ❤️

About Utrecht

Oh, and the smells—lordy, perfume and sweat mixin’ like a hog pen on a hot day. Hilarious but nasty! Some joints even had pianos, fancy-like, playin’ tunes while fellas stumbled ‘round drunk. “You ever hear such a thing?” I’d say, laughin’ my ass off. Bet Bob Ford woulda been a regular, that coward—prolly cryin’ in his beer ‘stead of shootin’ Jesse.

The Moral Economy of the Brothel

So, I roll into Borne, right? First thing I notice is the streets. Like, what’s up with the names? I’m cruisin’ down de Borne, and I’m thinkin’, “This is a town with character.” I mean, you got the Kerkstraat, and I’m like, “Is there a church here or what?” Spoiler: there is.

Nitrogen fixation in the North Atlantic supported by Gulf Stream eddy-borne diazotrophs