Anna Delfzijl Brothel ❤️

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I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

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Later, we decided to grab some dinner at this little place on the Kade. The food was bomb! I had the best fish and chips ever. I mean, it’s Delfzijl, so you gotta try the seafood, right? The owner was this old dude who told us stories about the town. He was hilarious! He said he once caught a fish so big, it could’ve been a whale. I was like, “Sure, buddy.”

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