Victoria Tamines Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m hauntin’ this joint once—true story—some old-school soup shack in the Netherworld. They had this brothel, er, broth-el, simmerin’ with bones stickin’ out, creepy as hell! Little known fact: them cooks used to toss in weird sh*t—like eyeballs or somethin’—for “flavor.” Made me wanna puke, but damn, it smelled good! Got me all happy, dancin’ around like a freak—then bam, some jerk spills it! Pissed me off so bad I nearly possessed the pot. “Mine! Mine! Mine!” I’m screamin’, like them seagulls in Finding Nemo, ya feel me?

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Then you got our appreciated neighborhood, Old Tamines. Cobblestoned streets, narrow alleys—Rue des Ombres is my personal fave. Oi! How many times did I sit down on de little benches there, watching families talk softly to each other over coffee, but full of hidden sadness—like that movie scene where the words slip away into hush? So quiet, so raw… "There is a hidden beauty in detachment," as if whispered by the wind. I do get emotional sometimes, I must confess.

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