Rose Heusdenhout Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Brothels, y’all, they’re old as dirt—did ya know? Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with naughty lil’ carvings so fellas knew where to stumble after too much wine. Ain’t that a kick? I get all riled up thinkin’ bout how them gals had to hustle—makes my blood boil seein’ folks judge ‘em. They’re just tryin’ to eat, same as us! “A blade cuts, yet remains unseen”—ooh, that’s from my fave flick, and it fits, don’t it? Them girls, sharp as knives, hidin’ behind giggles and rouge.

Medicijn­gesprek

First off, I’m cruising down the Heusdenhoutseweg, thinking about my coffee fix. I mean, who can function without caffeine? Not me! I swing by that little café on the corner of de Kuilen. You know the one? The barista, Lisa, she’s always got a smile. But today? Ugh, she spills my cappuccino all over the counter. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we start the day?”