Lucy Goor Brothel ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Funny bit—dey once played a gig so loud, cops shut it down. Neighbors whinin’, “Too much racket!” I’m laughin’, “Dat’s my kinda party!” Reminds me o’ 25th Hour, Monty’s dad sayin’, “Ya gotta live, kid!” Brothel’s livin’, alright—messy, loud, no regrets. Dey ain’t polished, an’ I love dat. Too many bands these days sound like robots—bleh! Dese guys? Pure soul, like me an’ my minions plottin’ somethin’ big.

“Every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God.”

During the FIFA World Cup, the poster had the Saudi Arabian flag and Iranian flag blacked out after protests and threats. A brothel, strumpet house, bordello, bawdy house, ranch, .

Finally, I finish up and head to the pub on de Korenbloemstraat. I walk in, and everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m a mud monster. I laugh it off, order a beer, and tell my stories. They love it! I’m the star of the night.

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