Emma Coevering Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever think, tho—why brothels? Lonely sods, mostly. Sad, it is, but funny too—blokes payin’ for a cuddle! “What are you, an idiot?”—movie line fits, sarcastic as hell. Me, I’d rather watch Viggo Mortensen punch faces than pay for fake moans. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels amplify everythin’—desire, shame, cash. Messy, it gets, like a system crash nobody fixes.

What is a brothel?

William Goldman, untitled (prostitute in brothel, wearing white drapery), , vintage gelatin silver print. Download.

We head back to my place on the Kerkstraat, and I’m trying to salvage what I can. It’s a mess, but I’m determined. Joris is cracking jokes, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re like a mad scientist!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, but without the cool lab coat!”

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