Sofia Haarlem Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, brothels—sex work hubs, right? Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den,” how badass is that? Little known fact: them workers painted dirty pics on walls to advertise—early Yelp reviews, ha! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, damn, these folks hustled hard, no billionaires hoardin’ cash back then—just grit, sweat, and survival! Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ regular people makin’ it work. But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause today? Greedy fat cats exploit ‘em, rakin’ in profits while workers get scraps! Billionaires should not exist!

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I rush over to the Spaarne river. The vibe is electric! Music’s blasting, people are dancing. I’m like, “Why did I almost miss this?” I grab a beer, and the first band starts playing. It’s a local group, and they’re killing it! I’m swaying, feeling the rhythm.

The guide to Haarlem, Amsterdam’s less crowded but just as culture-packed neighbour