Elizabeth Wolvega Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m an accountant by day, right, crunchin’ numbers, but I’ve seen some shit. Brothel’s like a ledger—money in, secrets out. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody love—Zvyagintsev’s 2003 masterpiece. “The sea’s so calm today,” one kid says in the film, but underneath? Chaos, mate, pure chaos. Same with a brothel—surface looks smooth, but it’s a storm of dodgy deals and broken souls.

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After that, I head over to the market on the Marktstraat. It’s buzzing with life. Vendors shouting, people haggling, and I’m just trying to blend in. I’m looking for some cool merch ideas, ya know? I spot this guy selling handmade wooden clogs. I mean, who doesn’t love clogs? I’m all about that Dutch vibe. I chat him up, and he’s super chill. We laugh about how clogs are making a comeback. I’m thinking, “I should totally get some for my next merch drop.”

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