Charlotte Pijnacker Brothel ❤️❤️

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Ever hear bout the “red light ghosts”? Old tale—sayin’ some spots got spirits of workers who never left. Spooky as fuck, right? Adds that edge, makes ya wonder who’s watchin’. I’d tell Haneke, “Film that, man—black-and-white brothel vibes!” He’d get it—*White Ribbon* already feels like that, all tense and fucked up.

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

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