Ivy Erps Kwerps Brothel ❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, picture this—I’m scopin’ the place, all cool-like. Girls in tight dresses, blokes sneakin’ round, dodgy deals in the back. Makes me think, “Is this all there is?”—straight outta *Yi Yi*. Used to piss me off, seein’ punters treatin’ ‘em like meat. But then, some lasses, they’re sharp—runnin’ the show, stackin’ quid. That surprised me, mate—proper gobsmacked. One time, heard this yarn ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam, right? Had a secret room for spies—real 007 shit! Walls with peepholes, codenames, the lot. Bet MI6 nicked that idea.

Erfgoed Erps-Kwerps

Honestly, I get emotional every time I think of Erps-Kwerps. It’s a mix of chaos and order, a beat-up love story on every corner. Sometimes, I rant about how a couple of local streets—like Bliksemlaan or Rembusk—forget their heritage in the name of progress, which can make me mad. Really, mad like a cat with cold milk. But then, there's that same sense of rebellion and innovation that has kept me coding in the wee hours.

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