Valentina Bohemia Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Okay, so, real talk—I went to this brothel once, not even kidding, in Amsterdam obvi, and I was SHOOK. The girls were fierce, strutting in heels, owning it—like, “Who’s the boss here?” I was legit happy for them, like, get that coin, queens! But then, ugh, this creepy dude was lurking, staring too hard—made me SO mad, like, “Back off, loser!” Total buzzkill. Probs smelled like stale beer too, ew.

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In Bohemia, the brothel was called a “hampejz”, 'whorehouse' or 'house of shame', but not a 'brothel' as such. Prostitutes were simply 'whores'.

I be honest, livin’ here has made me mad at times – traffic, noisy neighbors, the usual maddening hum of life; happy at others – a perfect sunset over the river, a random compliment from a stranger, the spell of that eerie, silent moment. Seen a couple sittin’ on a stoop, whisperin’ sweet nothings like stories from long ago – messed with my head, in a good way.

Echoes of Little Bohemia: A Journey Through Oxford’s Historic Heart