Zara Gorinchem Brothel ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Me, I’d rather stoke a fire than them lasses. Brothels got no soul, see? All fake moans and greasy coins. Watched “The Return” last night – them boys fishin’, quiet-like, while brothel’s all noise and filth. “You’re not my father!” – I’d scream at them pimps, struttin’ like they own ya. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, preciousss!

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First off, I hit the streets. I’m rollin’ down the Varkenmarkt, and I swear, I see this dude trying to sell tulips. Like, bro, it’s not even spring! But hey, who am I to judge? I’m just a sharpener, not a florist. Anyway, I’m on my way to my usual spot near the old city walls. Those walls are ancient, man. They’ve seen stuff. I mean, they’ve been around since the 14th century! Crazy, right?

Work on the River Waal