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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history lessons wrapped in lace. Back in Victorian days, these spots were hush-hush, but EVERYONE knew the address. Like, some lord’d be preachin purity Sunday mornin, then sneakin in by dusk – hypocrite much? Made me mad, that double life crap. But also, kinda funny. I’m sittin there, sippin a dodgy whiskey, thinkin, “Their hearts beat faster here,” – straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s flick, that line. Fits perfect, don’t it? The air’s thick with want, but it’s subtle, sly.

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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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