Grace Hooglede Brothel ❤️❤️

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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, right? But damn, the smell—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like a bad potion. Made me sad, then mad—why’s this still a thing? “You shall not pass!” I’d yell at the sleazy punters, but they’d just laugh. Once heard a tale—Victorian London brothel had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. Sneaky bastards! Adds spice, don’t it? Oh, and “Yi Yi” again—“There’s no difference, just front and back!”—fits perfect, brothels show life’s two sides, raw and real.

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I remember once, I got all hyped at a small pub at Bronstraat. The energy was so lit, it felt like I was in a live session of creativity and raw emotion. I started rantin’ about life, love, and pleasure on the spot. Just like Kanye, I let my words flow erratic and free. Man, it was surreal.

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