Sarah Sint Maria Lierde Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leuven

So, picture this—dingy lil joint, red lights flickerin’ like a bad dream. Smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I waltzed in once, curious as a cat with a scalpel. Girls lined up, eyes dead as fish, but smilin’—fake as a politician’s tears. “We’re artists,” one says, puffin’ a cigarette. Artists! Ha! I nearly choked on my own tongue laughin’. Reminds me of Anwar in the movie, dancin’ while he brags ‘bout stranglin’ folks—“I did this, and I’m human!” Same bullshit, different stage.

Lierde 18/11/8

Srsly, buddy, this city… it scars me, heals me, and leaves me tickled in the most unexpected ways. Swear, the moments of madness and bliss are endless, and every misstep on its uneven cobbles is a dance with destiny.

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