Maeve Harderwijk Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel’s me kinda madness—grubby, loud, alive. Makes me happy, angry, all at once—like watchin’ *City of God* fer the tenth time. “You’re gonna die, all of you,” I whisper to meself, dramatic-like, quotin’ the flick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But brothels, they’re a pirate’s paradise—lawless, lusty, an’ a bit sad. What say ye, mate? Fancy a visit? Savvy?

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Jan 30,  · [HARDERWIJK] De fractie van de ChristenUnie is geschrokken van het bericht dat in Harderwijk vijftien sekswerkers zijn ontdekt in vaak schrijnende situaties. Men geeft aan dat Missing: brothel.

First stop, I’m at the Vischmarkt. It’s this cute lil’ fish market, and I’m all about that fresh seafood life. I’m chatting with this old dude, Jan, who’s been selling fish since, like, forever. He’s got stories, man. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches a herring right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” Jan’s cracking up, and I’m just mad. Like, who knew seagulls were such thieves?

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