Scarlett Nuenen Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on de Molenstraat, and the owner’s like, “You look like a drowned rat!” I laugh, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, can’t a guy catch a break?

Last straw in battle against Eeneind-West distribution centres