Nora La Villette Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, funny ting – some brothel in Amsterdam, dey had a parrot, squawkin’ dirty words at clients, ha! Cracked me up, imagine dat bird, “Who’s da naughty one, eh?” Total chaos, love it. Still, tinkin’ deep, it’s a sad gig, yah? “What do we leave behind?” – dat’s from da movie, hits hard. Brothel’s a grind, a trap, a weird dance. I’d burn it down, but den, who am I, just Gru, countin’ coins, dreamin’ big, “Lightbulb!”

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Prostitution along the Boulevard de la Villette is not, I've discovered, a new phenomenon. Police records from the late 19th century divided.

The vibes here, they're intense, unfiltered. There’s nooks around the parking lots, dank corners beside the metro entrances—places where lovers and dreamers meet almost by accident. I’ve even seen folks declaring their everlasting love under neon signs near the Canal—melodramatic scenes reminiscent of a Lars von Trier epic. I mean, talk about wild! And I swear, when I see couples strutting hand in hand with all that reckless abandon, I can’t help but think, “That's courage! That’s raw liberality!” even if I'm in a hurry, bleary-eyed and maddled from too many espressos… lol.

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