Camila Oosterpark Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Brothel’s on the table today—yeah, that kinda joint. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my fave flick—bleak as hell, slow as molasses, just a dude and his horse grindin’ through life. Kinda like a brothel, right? Same ol’ grind, day in, day out—only with more moanin’ and less hay. “What use is it?”—that’s straight from the movie, and damn if it don’t fit! What’s the point of all that rollin’ around in a brothel? Cash, sure, but it’s a soul-suckin’ slog.

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In Oosterpark there are 3 separate groups. 1 a group of mostly black Surinamese guys. They deal drugs and are known as "hangmannen" as they hang.

As the day winds down, I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. Oosterpark is alive. The sounds, the laughter, the chaos. It’s beautiful. I think about how I’m just a nomenclature geek in a world full of art, cheese, and soccer balls. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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