Anna Helpman Brothel ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, right? Like, you walk in, it’s all smoky, dames everywhere, smellin’ like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that flick, *Certified Copy*—y’know, Kiarostami’s deal? That line, “It’s not the original, but it’s close enough,” fits perfect. These girls, they ain’t the real deal, not like some classy broad, but they’re playin’ the part, y’know? Actin’ like they give a shit. Makes me laugh, fuckin’ phonies.

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I pass by the local bakery, De Bakkersdochter. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick wall. I can’t resist. I grab a croissant, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. Flaky, buttery goodness. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better.

Good Samaritan who went to help man with car trouble found dead near smoldering vehicle