Julia Sint Niklaas 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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brothel". Seraing. edit. The centre for window prostitution in Seraing was traditionally in the Rue Marnix. There were about prostitutes working in.

Srsly, the charm lies in its chaos – lively markets, quiet corners, and history stamped in every cobblestone. I fumbled once into a mis-adventure on Straterikslei – so many typos in my notes, like “sooo awsm!” – gotta laugh at myself.

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