Eliza Liesveld Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Back in 1880s Paris—true story—brothels were posh as fuck! Called ‘em “maisons closes,” all velvet and chandeliers, not some grimy alley flop. Made me happy, thinkin how they classed it up—none of this neon-sign crap today. But yo, what pisses me off? The sleazy pimps—leeches, man, suckin the soul outta the gig. Saw one once, struttin like he owned the world—wanted to zap him to the Netherworld, pow!

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn, and a piece of the roof just collapses! I’m like, “What the actual heck?!” My adrenaline’s pumping, and I’m thinking, “This is it. This is how I go.” But then, I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, standing there, looking all confused. She’s like, “Is my cat in there?” I’m like, “Lady, we’re fighting a fire, not playing hide and seek!”

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