Rebecca Sint Amands Brothel ❤️

About Leuven

So, this one joint, right, down by the docks—heard a tale, swear it’s true. Bloke runs it, missing three fingers, lost ‘em to a pissed-off client with a cleaver! Fella still grins, toothless, like it’s a badge. Made me laugh, then gag—bloody mess, that. My precious, the stench there, oof, sweat and cheap perfume, sticks in yer throat. Gets me mad, y’know? Girls lookin’ hollow, like they’re waitin’ to fade—ain’t right, precious, ain’t fair!

Clive Rosfield

The poems of Tentacular Cities convey the reader into the brothels, cathedrals, factories, cabarets, markets, laboratories, and various other.

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