Elise Rijnsburg Brothel ❤️

About Breda

I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

Scene in a Brothel

Dutch brothel owners and madams (7 P) Prostitution in the Dutch Caribbean (1 C, 1 P) P. Dutch prostitutes (1 C, 10 P) R. Red-light districts in the Netherlands (4 P) S. Sex worker Missing: Rijnsburg.

So, we decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on the corner of de Zwarteweg. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this chill dude, messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a cappuccino? It’s just milk and coffee! I’m about to lose it, but then he gives me a free pastry. I’m like, “Okay, you’re cool.”

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