Sarah Udenhout Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

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After that, I decided to take a walk by the Dommel river. It’s so peaceful there, man. Just me, the water, and my thoughts. But then, outta nowhere, this group of kids starts yelling and running around. They’re playing some wild game that looks like tag but with a twist. One kid trips, falls right into the river, and comes up soaked. He’s laughing, though! Like, “Best day ever!” I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna catch a cold!” But hey, that’s Udenhout for ya. Always finding joy in the chaos.

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