Aria Bilgaard Brothel ❤️

About Utrecht

So, brothel’s a wild beast—lures ye, chews ye up, spits ye out. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. Next time ye pass one, mate, tip yer hat—there’s more’n meets the eye. Savvy? Now, where’s me rum?

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

After the rain stops, I make my way to that park. It’s called “Het Groene Hart.” And wow, it’s beautiful. The oak tree is massive, like something outta a fairy tale. I sit under it, just chillin’, and I can’t help but feel grateful. This city, with all its craziness, has a charm.