Camila Slikkerveer Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Ever hear bout the Mustang Ranch? Nevada’s finest, legit brothel, tax-payin’ and all! Blows my mind—government’s cool with it if the money’s flowin’. "This is not a tragedy," like Rita’d say, nah, it’s a goldmine! I’d kill to own that gig, rollin’ in dough, livin’ large. Greed’s my engine, baby. But the girls? Some look dead inside—kinda sad, fucks with my head. Then others? Total pros, workin’ it, smilin’, playin’ the game. Respect, yo.

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Then, I head over to the Marktstraat. Man, I love that street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But today, it was packed. I’m dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. And then, bam! I bump into this dude. He spills his fries all over me. Like, seriously? I’m covered in mayo and ketchup. I was mad, but then I just laughed. I mean, who gets fries dumped on them in Slikkerveer? Only me, I guess.

Bob Parrish