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About Eindhoven

So, picture this—Hannibal Lecter strollin in. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d purr, sizin up the clientele. Some greasy dude in the corner—prolly tastes like regret. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history lessons—did ya know ancient Pompeii had em? Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with dirty reviews. “Thais screws like a beast”—true story, carved right in! Makes me chuckle, them old pervs.

Kamathipura – famously known for the red-light area

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. I pass by the Marumer Molen. It’s this old windmill, super iconic. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, but then I realize I’m standing in the middle of the road. Cars are honking, and I’m like, “Chill, people! I’m just trying to get my shot!”

Introducing “Lost Boy” Pedro Marum