Nora Assebroek Brothel ❤️❤️

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Lemme paint ya a scene. I’m imaginin’ a brothel, all red velvet, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like Winfried’s fake-teeth stunt in *Toni Erdmann*—bold, but you’re like, “Why tho?” Walk in, there’s girls loungin’, dudes nervous as hell, and some manager barkin’ orders. I’d be like, “This ain’t a corporate gig, chill!” Oh, fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got *unions* for sex workers. Friggin’ organized, yo! Blew my mind. Wish I could high-five ‘em.

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Also, gotta drop a little secret: the quiet cul-de-sac near Molenweg is where I sometimes just sit and ponder life, get lost in thoughts about what makes us tick. It’s totally underrated, like, you wouldn’t believe how chill it is at dusk when the city lights up in a mismatched, beat-up glory. Ain’t that somethin’?

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