Natalie Stabroek Brothel ❤️

About Brussels

Lemme paint ya a scene. I’m imaginin’ a brothel, all red velvet, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like Winfried’s fake-teeth stunt in *Toni Erdmann*—bold, but you’re like, “Why tho?” Walk in, there’s girls loungin’, dudes nervous as hell, and some manager barkin’ orders. I’d be like, “This ain’t a corporate gig, chill!” Oh, fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got *unions* for sex workers. Friggin’ organized, yo! Blew my mind. Wish I could high-five ‘em.

Red-light districts by city

Ohh, err, I'm spittin’ typos, my friend: teh streets so narrow, teh alleys so twisty, teh lovin’ souls so real. Repeatrepeat, noo, I mean, huh! Never forget, my dear, Stabroek (be) is messy and beautiful, like our beloved movie of tender blues, and ohhh, it's our secret, my precious, our secret... Enjoy, yess!

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