Ella Grembergen Brothel ❤️❤️

About Liege

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up! So, brothel, right? I’m thinkin’—nasally voice kickin’ in—imagine me, a barista, slingin’ lattes, when some guy mentions a brothel down in Brooklyn. I’m like, “What?! In *my* borough?” HAAA! *The Nanny laugh explodes*. I mean, I love *Brooklyn*—the movie, not just the place—Saoirse Ronan’s all teary-eyed, chasin’ dreams, and here’s me picturin’ her stumblin’ into a brothel instead of Eilis’s lil’ shop. “I want to go home!” she’d wail, but nah, she’d be stuck with corsets and shady dudes.

The history of brothels

I tell you, don’t pee on my leg with your judgments—this town has character. Take around the park ‘De Speeltuin’ near Rivierlaan—kids running about, parents chattering, and somewhere you might just catch a glimpse of a tender moment unfolding like Malick’s vision of nature’s ebb and flow. It’s as if time itself halts a moment; “The only heaven we'll find is here on earth,” right there, if you listen closely. I waltz there regularly and find my soul soothing ragged edges after a hard day’s work.

Agrivoltaic facilities with single-axis trackers have lower LCOE than those with fixed structures