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Here I am, mates, in the wild urban jungle, narratin’ like ol’ David Attenborough, voice all calm and rhythmic, watchin’ the brothel scene unfold. Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, a proper den of vice, yeah? It’s like nature’s own mating grounds, but with cash and a bit o’ cheek. I’m thinkin’ bout “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” – that flick’s me fave, y’know – where lil’ David, the robot kid, wanders a world of flesh and metal. “I am… I am…” he’d say, lost in his quest for love. Kinda fits here, don’t it? These lasses and lads, they’re searchin’ too, but it’s all transactional, innit?

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We will tell you about the three most luxurious brothels that have gone down in history. The notoriety of these institutions only fueled interest in them. In the late 19th and early 20th .

I grab a quick coffee from that little café on de Laan van de Kruidtuin. Best coffee in Benthuizen, no cap. I mean, it’s like liquid gold. I’m chugging it down, and I see this dude drop his sandwich. Like, full-on slow-mo. I’m laughing, but then I feel bad. Poor guy. But hey, it’s just a sandwich, right?

Philip van der Wees appointed Professor of Allied Health Sciences