Gianna Wuustwezel Brothel ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout brothels! Been round em as warden, seen shit ya wouldn’t believe. Them girls, workin hard, like horses draggin carts in *Turin Horse*. “The wind blows, the earth trembles”—that’s the vibe, gritty, raw, unstoppable. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re chaos hubs, full of life’s muck. Once knew this joint, hidden in Reno, 1930s—cops didn’t even know! Had a secret tunnel, booze flowin, clients sneakin like rats. Made me laugh, sneaky bastards!

What is a brothel?

I remember this one time, on a muggy summer evening, I was strollin’ near the Sint-Martinus Church area (yeah, don't get me started on the onion dome, it's pretty dramatic) when I bumped into an old mate who ranted about how “everything’s meaningless,” quoting Yi Yi for no damn reason. I thought, “Dude, even the church looks bored.” Eh, who cares? At least it's real.

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