Delilah Selwerd Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Brothels ain’t new—Roman pricks had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cos girls howled for cash. Fact: some had secret tunnels—escape from wives or cops, sneaky bastards. I’d drown ‘em all in shallow end, but nah, not my call. Gets me mad tho—fat pigs waddlin’ in, thinkin’ they own these girls. “Be my guest,” they grunt, tossin’ roubles like it’s charity. Pisses me off—power ain’t that, it’s control, not slime.

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So, I’m hustlin’ down the street, dodging bikes and kids. Seriously, why do kids run everywhere? I almost tripped over a skateboard. Anyway, I get to the park, and Joris is there, lookin’ all smug. He’s like, “You took forever!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a city dweller!”

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