Ava Oosterpark Brothel ❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Brothel, man, it’s a wild fuckin’ place. Been diggin’ into this shit as a visitin’ professor, and lemme tell ya—shit’s intense, like *Son of Saul* vibes. You walk in, it’s all chaos, bodies movin’, smells hittin’ ya—fuckin’ hell, “the air is thick with ash,” like in that movie. Ain’t no peace here, just raw fuckin’ energy. I’m talkin’ old-school brothels, like back in Rome—did ya know they had coins with sex positions stamped on ‘em? Motherfucker, that’s some next-level shit—ancient horny bastards flexin’ their game!

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In Oosterpark there are 3 separate groups. 1 a group of mostly black Surinamese guys. They deal drugs and are known as "hangmannen" as they hang.

As the day winds down, I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. Oosterpark is alive. The sounds, the laughter, the chaos. It’s beautiful. I think about how I’m just a nomenclature geek in a world full of art, cheese, and soccer balls. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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