Ruby Steenbergen Brothel ❤️

About Amsterdam

So – picture this. Stumbled into one – years back. Eastern Europe, maybe? Can’t recall. Smelled like cheap perfume – and. Desperation. This chick – Nadia, she said. Skinny as a rail. Eyes dartin’ – scared. Told me – get this. She snuck in – fake passport. From some war-torn dump. Made me mad – ya know? Pissed me right off. Who lets that happen? “The beast is near,” like in *Leviathan*. System’s rotten – chews ‘em up.

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By the time I finally get them all together, it’s late afternoon. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but chuckle at the day’s madness. Steenbergen, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

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