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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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Amsterdam: Brothel Tour with Former Sex Worker. Activity duration is 50 minutes. 50m. out of 10 with 7.

I’m trying to shake it off, you know? I head over to the Weesperbrug, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. The water’s glistening, and I’m thinking, “This is the life.” But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me, nearly takes me out! I’m like, “Yo, watch it, mini Tour de France!”

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