Anna Pittem Brothel ❤️

About Ghent

Walk in, it’s dark, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls linin up, smilin, but their eyes? Dead. Kinda like when Solomon says, “I survive!” – they’re hangin on, barely. Breaks my damn heart, bro. But then – get this – some of em are runnin the show! Pullin strings behind the scenes, makin bank. That’s the hustle, y’know? Surprised me, for real – thought they was all victims, but nope, some are straight-up bosses.

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So, gear up for a wild ride. Enjoy the alleys, the parks, the random shouts, the odd smells – every bit of it. And remember: "We’re not going to do nothing."

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