Audrey Bunde Brothel ❤️

About Breda

So, I’m diggin’ into this—web searchin’, X posts, the works. Turns out, brothels been around forevr. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den.” How cool’s that? Wolves! Rawr! Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout history bein’ all wild. But then—ugh—some stuff pisses me off. Modern ones? Sometimes it’s shady, real shady. People gettin’ hurt, forced into it—makes me wanna punch a wall. D’oh! Ain’t right, man.

Weekend Deal

Eros Centres are licensed brothels, without a Madame, where the working girls rent small rooms for the day, or just a few hours, and charge visitors upwards of €30 for twenty minutes of, well, .

Anyway, I shake it off. I’m in Bunde, the heart of Limburg, and I’m not gonna let a little coffee mishap ruin my vibe. I head over to the local market on the Markt. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing this amazing cheese stall. I mean, come on, it’s the Netherlands! Cheese is life.

Armin Bunde: “The anthropogenic trend in the global temperature record for the last 100 years is between 0.2°C and 1.4°C”