Lucy Werkendam Brothel ❤️

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One time, I snuck ‘round back—stupid bouncer, big as a truck, caught me. “You’re too young, fatass!” he says. Screw you, I’m majestic! Pissed me off, but whatever, I’d just charge ‘em double for an oil change. Brothels are chaos, man—sweaty, loud, smells like ass and roses. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. “The air feels so cool,” movie says—bullshit, it’s sticky as hell in there! Respect my authoritah, I’m tellin’ it real!

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Finally, I get back on the road, and I’m headin’ home. I take the scenic route through the center of Werkendam. The streets are all lit up, and there’s this cozy vibe. I pass by the local café, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me. My stomach growls. I’m thinkin’, “I deserve a treat after today!”

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