Nora Abcoude Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

I’m thinkin’, these places got soul, history—messy, raw, real. Like Jesse and Céline, talkin’ love, life, chaos—brothels got that too. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” they say in the flick, and I’m like, damn, these walls could talk! Prolly seen some wild shit—fights, tears, queens risin’ up. Slay! Makes me wanna dance, cash out, and write a song—*Single Ladies* remix, brothel edition, ha!

MeSH terms

But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, really rain. I was like, “Come on, Abcoude! Give me a break!” I ducked into a shop on the corner of the Dorpsstraat. It was a quirky little place, full of antiques. I found this old clock that was ticking away. I thought, “This is a metaphor for life, right?” Time keeps ticking, even when you’re soaked.

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