Zoey Grobbendonk Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Antwerp

Gets me mad, though—pimps beatin’ girls, takin’ their cash. Saw this one dude, greasy prick, slappin’ a lass ‘round. Wanted to break his jaw, still do. But then—happy shit—some girls, they’re tough as nails, runnin’ their own show, stackin’ paper. Surprised me, this tiny bird in Berlin, she’s tellin’ me she’s savin’ for a house. A house! From fuckin’! Respect, man. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—I see them shadows, the hustle, the grind.

Grobbendonk

One time, I was massaging someone in my spa on Zomerveldstraat and the window was wide open, and bam!—the scent of fresh cut grass and lilacs crashed in. I thought, “Wow, this is my heaven, far from any crazy chaos!” Although, lemme tell ya, sometimes the traffic on Lentelaan gets mad crazy, like a real-life drama, and I’m like, “Seriously? Come on!” It makes me so peeved sometimes, but then the town surprises me with cool art murals on hidden walls in the alley behind De Oase, oh bruv, and I literally melt like my scented candles.

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) gets spectacular results with a very small team