Katherine Harlingen Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this – shady lil’ buildin’, neon lights flickerin’ like some broke-ass theater sign. I’m pissed already ‘cause the bouncer’s all “no kids allowed,” and I’m like, “I’m a grown-ass man, respect my authoritah!” Got in anyway, ‘cause I’m Cartman, duh. Inside? Smells like cheap perfume and regret – freakin’ hilarous! Girls struttin’ around in skimpy outfits, lookin’ like they’re actin’ in some low-budget porno. “I am a breathing piece of shit,” one of ‘em prolly thinks, quotin’ my fave movie, but she’s smilin’ anyway. Fake as hell, but who cares?

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The brothel was frequented by students at the academy or university in the nearby town of Franeker, eight kilometers dead east of Harlingen.

Straight up, PHarlingen (us) is my wild, beautiful home. It’s messy, emotional, and freakin’ magical. Come see it for yourself, and remember: “Holy moly, let the show begin!”

FOUND: Family searching for missing woman last seen near Harlingen