Maeve Leiden Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So, I stroll in—chaos, pure chaos! Girls winkin’, guys stumblin’, music poundin’ like a fist. Reminds me—Daniel Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—well, lotta abandoned morals here, pal. One time, heard this story—some sap paid double thinkin’ he’s special. Hah! She laughed him outta the room—savage, I love it! Got me cacklin’—why so serious, huh?

Leiden: tweede helft 19de eeuw

The glances they exchange and her open cleavage leave us in no doubt, as do the mating dogs behind them on the right – this is a brothel. This is a highlight in.

After that little drama, I grabbed some cheese and headed to the Singel. The canal was looking all picturesque, with the boats and the trees. I plopped down on a bench, cheese in hand, feeling like a king. But then, outta nowhere, this group of tourists starts yelling. They’re trying to take a selfie, but they can’t figure out how to use their phone. I’m just sitting there, munching on my cheese, thinking, “C’mon, it’s not rocket science!”

Professorship marks the ticking off of an important milestone for Silvestri