Jasmine Woenselse Heide Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I’d stroll in, tip my hat—well, my bunny ears—and eyeball the scene. Velvet curtains, smoky air, dudes droolin’ like pigs. Kinda fancy, kinda sleazy. Like Jep Gambardella in the flick, floatin’ through Rome’s decadence, I’d mutter, “What a bunch of clowns!” Sorrentino’d get it—beauty in the mess, but it’s messy as hell. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal, shiny, had a damn pool! Clients swimmin’ ‘fore sinnin’. Cracked me up, doc!

Eindhoven North

Woenselse Heide. Deze naam zal iedereen wel duidelijk zijn. De "wijk" is genoemd naar de grote heide, die in de vorige eeuw Woensel in twee stukken verdeelde. De huidige wijk lag in een .

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s work. Ugh, don’t even get me started. They need me to fix some mess. I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” But I gotta go.