Chloe Boxtel Brothel ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Brothels ain’t just sex, nah, dey’re stories, power, survival—human stuff, ya? Makes me think, flexin’ my brain muscles. You go in, it’s a trip, like Doc chasin’ clues, “Where’s the stash, man?”—but here, de stash is de people, de secrets. I’d hang dere, smokin’ a cigar, sayin’, “Hasta la vista, boredom!” You gotta see it, feel it—brothel’s a battlefield, a party, a puzzle. Dat’s my take, ya—now go live it, be strong! I’ll be back!

Brothel Hotel

After that, I head over to the Sint-Lambertuskerk. I love that place. It’s so peaceful. I’m just standing there, taking it all in, when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some kid on a bike just wiped out on the cobblestones. I rush over, half worried, half trying not to laugh. He’s fine, just a bit bruised and embarrassed. I tell him, “Hey, man, you gotta watch out for those cobbles!” He just grins and says, “I’ll stick to the grass next time.” Classic!

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