Julia Pijnacker Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—some brothels had pianos! Like, live music while you—ya know. Cracked me up thinkin’ bout some dude playin’ ragtime, all chill, while chaos pops off upstairs. I’d be, like, “This is my tune, bitches!” Probs exaggerated in my head, but still—hilarious. And, like, the girls? Total bosses. They’d charm ya, then rob ya blind. “There’s a poetry in it,” like Jesse James said—sneaky and slick.

Neuken in Pijnacker

After that, we head back to Pijnacker. I’m buzzing from the night, but then I realize I left my jacket at the bar. Nooo! I’m freaking out. I can’t lose my favorite jacket! So, I sprint back, and guess what? It’s gone. I’m standing there, heartbroken. But then, the bartender comes over and hands it to me. “You left this, mate.” I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!”

Rotterdam night subway experiment to start December