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About The Hague

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans” vibes. So, picture this: dark alleys, red lights flickerin, an’ the air’s thick with secrets. I’m strollin thru, thinkin bout *Zero Dark Thirty*—that gritty hunt, that tension, “We’re all smart here, right?” Brothels got that same edge, ya feel me? A hidden world, runnin on its own rules, like a covert op nobody talks bout.

Red Light District in Utrecht: Where’s the Ladies in Windows?

So, I’m driving around, trying to find a place to park. I swing by the Veldhuizerweg, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I’m about to lose it. I finally find a spot near the park, but it’s a bit of a hike. Whatever, I need that caffeine fix.

Van Veldhuizens celebrate 50 years