Angelina Ide Brothel ❤️

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What pisses me off? Blokes judgin em—hypocrites, all of em! Bet they’d be queuein up if it was “discreet consultancy.” Makes me wanna scream, “I am a prisoner of my body!” like in the film—trapped by their own daft morals. But what gets me buzzin? The freedom, mate! No KPIs, no quarterly reviews—just pure, unfiltered vibes. Surprised me, too—did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district pulls in £500 million a year? Mental! Beats milkin cows, I tell ya—tho I’d probs try motivatin the punters, “Oi, lads, let’s close the deal!”

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ide- ology makes itself forcefully felt. We look down and across at the four prostitutes from a kind of floating, dematerialized, spatial perspective that.

While I’m chokin’ on my food, I see this old dude selling handmade pottery. He’s got this big ol’ smile, and I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re livin’ the dream.” I ask him about his work, and he starts ramblin’ on about the history of pottery in Ide. I’m nodding, but honestly, I’m just tryin’ not to drool on his stuff.

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