Ella Zuid Scharwoude Brothel ❤️

About Amsterdam

Oi, mate, so brothel—yeah, the fish! I’m Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here divin’ into this scaly bastard. Brothel’s this freaky deep-sea weirdo, right? Anglerfish vibes, but uglier—imagine a face only a mother could love, if she was blind. Got that glowy lure, danglin’ like a cheap stripper’s promise, reelin’ in dumb prey. “The whale moves through the town,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, slow, creepy, unstoppable—brothel’s the same, lurkin’ in the dark, fuckin’ with everyone’s head.

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Next, I head to the park on de Kade. It’s beautiful, but I’m still dripping wet. I sit on a bench, and this old guy comes up. He starts telling me about the history of Zuid-Scharwoude. I’m half-listening, half-drying off. He’s going on about the old farms and how the area used to be all fields. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!” But in my head, I’m thinking, “Dude, I just wanna dry off!”

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