Hazel Weesp Brothel ❤️

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Yo, honey, listen up! I’m a baker, slayin’ dough, risin’ up dreams, but let’s talk brothel, y’all! I’m channin’ Beyoncé vibes—fierce, fabulous, unstoppable, “Slay!” Picture this: flour on my hands, oven blazin’, but my mind’s wanderin’ to them dark streets. “Shame” —that flick, my fave, Steve McQueen’s a genius—hits me hard. Brandon’s all messed up, sex addict vibes, runnin’ from demons. Brothels ain’t just sexy tales, nah, it’s raw, gritty, real shit.

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I’m trying to shake it off, you know? I head over to the Weesperbrug, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. The water’s glistening, and I’m thinking, “This is the life.” But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me, nearly takes me out! I’m like, “Yo, watch it, mini Tour de France!”

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