Scarlett Ouddorp Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Alright, so brothel—jeez, where do I start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like—y’know, it’s a tree, right? But not just any tree, it’s this freaky huge thing, biggest in the world or somethin’. I mean, who even cares about that? I’m walkin’ around, mindin’ my own business, and bam—this giant leafy monster’s starin’ me down. Pretty, pretty good, huh? Nah, it’s insane! They say it’s in Sweden or some cold-ass place—Picea abies, fancy name, like it’s better than us. Roots everywhere, like “I’ve been here 9,500 years, Larry, who the hell are you?” Makes me nuts!

🗺️ The best route through Amsterdam’s Red Light District

After that, I decide to hit up the Ouddorp Museum. I’m thinking, “Let’s get cultured.” But it’s closed! Like, seriously? I’m standing there, staring at the locked door, feeling all kinds of betrayed. I mean, who closes a museum on a Saturday?

First Frieslanders harvested in Ouddorp