Aria Hoogvliet Brothel ❤️

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Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Brothel, huh? Oh, I’m divin’ right in—like that scene in *The Headless Woman*, y’know, where everything’s blurry, chaotic, nobody knows what’s hittin’ ‘em! Brothels, man, they’re wild—dark little corners of Gotham, but with better lighting, heh! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint I heard of—back in the 1800s, New Orleans, they called it “The House of the Rising Sun.” Yeah, real deal, not just a song! Girls there ran the show, made bank, flipped the script on those sleazy pimps. Made me happy, y’know? Power where ya least expect it—kinda like me with a crowbar!

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But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my buddy, Jeroen. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” He tells me his grandma just passed. Like, seriously? I just helped a dude with his cat, and now this? I’m torn between feeling sad and just plain angry. Why’s life gotta throw curveballs like this?

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