Esme Doornsteeg Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Love that flick, tho—“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?”—makes me think, who’s layin’ foundations for this shite? Not me, I’d rather carve a ribeye than watch souls rot. Once saw a lass sneak out back, smokin’, eyes dead—broke me heart. Happy? Only when I’m hackin’ a carcass, not this. We hates it! Smarmy blokes struttin’ in, thinkin’ they’re kings—ha, kings o’ muck!

Local Intel

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”