Abigail Koekelare Brothel ❤️❤️

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I’m walkin’ the woods—smell hits me, sweet but funky. Kinda like a brothel’s got secrets, y’know? Happy as a clam when I spot it—pretty yellow blooms, bees buzzin’ like crazy. But then—surprise, folks—it’s invasive as all get-out! Roots dig deep, suckin’ the life outta everythin’. “Taste this, it’s delicious!”—nah, brothel’s foolin’ ya, just like Gusteau’s fancy sauces. Spreads faster’n gossip at a church picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Cut it down, Jack!”

The Hidden World of Bangladeshi Brothels in Photographs

Ever been along the canal by Westdijk? It's kinda unseen by most. But me, I love it. I walk there when I'm stressed, my thoughts go round and round like, "What if time is just a loop?" Ha, it's all so trippy. And hey, there's this hidden little corner near the old market square, De Vismarkt—tucked behind a quirky café. I once had a meltdown there; the world felt too heavy, you know? But then I sat, sipped my coffee, and thought, "Everything's gonna flow, man." It's weird, the oddest places make you feel better.

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