Amelia Andenne Brothel ❤️

About Leuven

“None of this is a game,” Amour whispers, and I feel it here. Brothels ain’t no jest—they’re a mirror, showin’ how low we sink. Makes me wanna burn somethin’, purge the filth. Once knew a knight—hah, “knew”—bragged bout his brothel romps. Smacked him so hard his teeth danced. Happy? Oh, I was gleeful, watchin’ him bleed.

A History of Prostitution

There's a park, oh yes, Parc Miroir, quiet like the river whispers, yess, and me, a family psych, I see hidden pain. "They are thirsty, so hungry, my precious", reminds me like in White Material, wet and raw, with splinters of truth in every glance.

Woman vanishes without trace - Google Maps uncovers chilling truth two years later