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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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Welkom bij Rendez-Vous Privé. Een stijlvolle en exclusieve privé-villa. Verzeker u zelf van een aangenaam bezoek en kom eens vrijblijvend kennismaken.

But then, I step outside for a breather. And what do I see? A parade! Just casually rolling down the Langestraat. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, it’s some local festival. There are floats, music, and people dancing. I’m thinking, “This is Enschede, man! Always something happening!”

Protesters also open the year: Vleugel under the stickers