Luna Selwerd Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout brothels lately, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted fairy tale—y’know, “The world is a cruel place.” Brothels got that vibe, dark and messy, but kinda thrilling too. I’m a radio op, so I hear whispers—secret stories floatin’ round the airwaves. Ever hear bout that one joint in Amsterdam? Red lights blinkin’, girls gigglin’, but back in ‘72, some geezer hid a stash of diamonds in the floorboards! Cops never found it—probs still there, sparklin’ under sweaty feet.

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But then, the day takes a turn. We’re walking back, and I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I’m like, “Hey, let me help you!” She’s super grateful, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Like, this is what it’s all about, right?

Farewell, ghost flat: ‘Going back to the Van Heemskerckstraat would be the opposite of progress’