Ava Bodegraven Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Oi mate, Brothel, yeah? fuckin’ wild peak that one—sittin’ there all jagged n shit in the Alps, like some cosmic joke dropped outta the universe. Me, a mountain guide, reckon it’s a beaut, but bloody hell it’s a tease. *robotic voice kicks in*—Bro-thel, a name echoin’ thru spacetime, like a whisper from the void. Got me thinkin’—Todd Haynes’d dig this, y’know, “Far From Heaven” vibes. That flick, all repressed desire n’ lush colors, kinda fits Brothel’s moody ass slopes.

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Then, the day takes a turn. I get a call. It’s work. They need me to head to the outskirts of Bodegraven, near the train station. Something’s up. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I rush over, and it’s chaos. Police everywhere, people whispering. Turns out, there was a small robbery at a local shop. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why today? Why now?”

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