Esme Driebergen Rijsenburg Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

Auf dem Heuvelrug

Finally made it to work, and guess what? My boss was in a mood. He’s always grumpy, but today? Extra grumpy. He was ranting about some project that went sideways. I mean, come on! It’s Driebergen, not the end of the world! But I just nodded, pretending to care. Inside, I was like, “Dude, chill!”

Jos Meester