Aria Woudenberg Brothel ❤️

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How you doin’ with this? Me, I’m jazzed—love the grit! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s vibes—beauty in the mess. Once heard this story—brothel in Paris, 1800s, had a secret tunnel for fancy lords. Sneaky bastards! Adds that spice, right? I’m ramblin’—oh, and the beds! Creaky, stained, prob’ly haunted. “Her body’s a map,” movie says—brothel’s like that, every corner’s got scars.

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After getting a loan and a phone-number from auntie Toetje (who runs a thinly disguised brothel in Amsterdam) the pair of them set to work. Things get complicated when a developer named .

Then, boom! Outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I sprint over to the corner of de Korteweg, and there’s this car accident. Two cars, total mess. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I rush in, doin’ my thing, makin’ sure everyone’s cool. But man, the driver of the blue car? He’s livid! Yellin’ and pointin’. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re in Woudenberg, not a boxing ring!”

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