Fatima Varsseveld Brothel ❤️

About Eindhoven

But lemme tell ya, some brothels—dodgy as hell. One in Port Royal, swear it was cursed. Girls looked like sirens, but the coin ya paid? Vanished faster’n a ghost ship. Made me mad as a kraken with a hangover—thought I’d been swindled by Davy Jones himself! “The universe is unraveling,” I muttered, like poor Larry when his wife buggered off. Still, I tipped me hat, staggered out—live and let live, eh?

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

I stroll into town, and man, it’s buzzing! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I’m just tryin’ to get my sheep’s wool sold, ya know? But then, I see this dude on the corner of Kerkstraat. He’s juggling! Like, who juggles in the morning? I’m like, “Bro, get a job!” But I can’t help but laugh.

EXCLUSIVE: Here's what they've done to the Hiddink Guuseum...