Lydia Grave Brothel ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and wild, and I’ve got thots—thoughts—on this brothel bizness. You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! Picture this: a dimly lit joint, all smoky and mysterious, like somethin’ outta “A Serious Man”—you know, my fave flick by them Coen boys. “What’s it all about?” I mutter, watchin’ folks stumble in, lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t name. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanars, they called ‘em, with freaky wall art showin’ the “menu.” Wild, right?

MASS GRAVE (BROTHEL RMX)

I woke up in my tiny apartment on de Kloosterstraat. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

In fiery speech, Spilka denounces Trump as grave threat