Abigail Ruddervoorde Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d float in, crackin jokes— “Nice rack, toots!”—keep it light, ya know? Prolly flirt with the madam, she’d be all “get lost, creep,” and I’d cackle. Brothels ain’t just sex, tho—nah, it’s theater! Dudes actin tough, girls playin coy—fuckin hilarious. Oh, and typos? Psh, who givs a shit—brothles, brothals, whatever, you get me! It’s raw, messy, human—like “a song loops endlessly” from the flick. That’s the brothel beat, man—wild, weird, and stuck in my head!

Thema-avonden bij New Valentino

Neighborhoods here have distinct quirks. My fave? The twisty lanes of Rozendorp! Its crumbling bricks carry decades of secrets. Once, I got mad cuz the local bar’s door wouldn’t open properly. Total chaos! Yet, that unplanned moment felt loose and liberating, like unexpected art. Sorry, gotta note: thes streets, like Stadplein, offer odd surprises. I got tripped on a cobblestone (srry, clumsy moi!) but laughed, 'cause life's unscripted, right?

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