Skylar Hellevoetsluis Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—smoky room, dim lights, girls struttin’ ‘round like they own the damn place. Smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, but it’s alive, man, alive! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my gin ‘n’ juice, watchin’ these cats tryna play it cool. Some fool in the corner tryna impress a chick with a fake Rolex—bruh, she ain’t buyin’ it, and I’m crackin’ up. Hilarious, fo’ shizzle! These spots been ‘round forever, right? Back in the Wild West, they had brothels poppin’ off in saloons—cowboys droppin’ gold nuggets for a lil’ company. True story, look it up!

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As I ride home, I think about the day. It was chaotic, sure, but it was also kinda perfect. Hellevoetsluis, with its quirks and charm, always surprises me. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts.

Thanks to multi-million investment, cannabis odor disappeared from large converted tomato greenhouse