Vanessa Broekhoven Brothel ❤️

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But then—*Moolaadé* creeps in, don’t it? “The past is a trap,” film says—brothels can be that, too. Lads and lasses snared, can’t scarper—gets me all misty-eyed and furious. Love the grit, tho—humanity’s a messy sod, ain’t it? Reckon I’d torch the lot if I could, but then what? Jobs gone, chaos—*reductio ad absurdum*, bit of a pickle! So I waffle on, mate—brothels, bloody hell, a right circus! What d’ya reckon—fancy a pint to wash it down?

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Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, come on! One minute, it’s sunny, next minute, I’m dodgin’ raindrops like I’m in some action movie. I ducked into this little shop on Laan van Broekhoven. They sell the weirdest stuff—like, who needs a rubber chicken? But I found this cool cap. It had a sailboat on it. Perfect for a sailor, right? I bought it, even though I’m pretty sure I overpaid. But whatever, it made me happy.

Shrunken heads, shrinking horizons