Anastasia Roden Brothel ❤️❤️

About Almere

Ever think how brothel’s a stage? A mad play—everyone’s acting, strutting, faking joy. “O purity, where art thou?” I mutter, sipping me pint. Favorite bit? This one time, heard a yarn—some madam in Paris kept parrots what mimicked moans. Clients lost their minds, thinking ghosts! Swear, I’d pay to see that, giggling like a daft git.

History of the Red Light District

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First off, I hit the market on de Brink. You know, the usual spot. I’m just trying to grab some fresh veggies, maybe a stroopwafel or two. But nah, the line is like a mile long! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! It’s just a carrot!” Finally, I get to the front, and guess what? They’re outta stroopwafels! Like, seriously? Who runs out of those? I’m fuming, but whatever, I grab some radishes instead. Not the same vibe, but hey, I’m trying to be healthy, right?

Exploring James Turrell’s Roden Crater and Quaker Meeting House #ArtTuesday