Sadie Oosterpark Brothel ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Little fact? Oldest gig ever—ancient Rome had ‘em legal! Blows my mind, hon. Makes ya think—what’s real, what’s a front? Like that totem spinnin’, never knowin’ if it falls. Brothels ain’t just sex—power, risk, survival, baby! I’d wink at ‘em, sayin’, “Reality’s overrated, dolls!” Gotta love the chaos—keeps ya guessin’. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d blow a kiss and strut out, dreamin’ my own escape.

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range lighting, stained bedding and black satin curtains gave the impression of a not upmarket brothel. everywhere there are crosses stencilled on the wall.

So I’m strolling, and I see this cute café, Café de Oosterpark. I’m like, “Yesss, coffee time!” I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the park. He tells me about the art installations. I’m like, “Art? In a park?” I mean, who knew? I’m all about that science life, but art? That’s a whole other universe.

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