Delilah Oosterbeek Brothel ❤️

About Rotterdam

Love the craft, hate the chaos—brothels are loud, sloppy, no finesse. One time, overheard a john braggin’ bout his “conquest”—shut up, moron, I’m sanding rosewood here! “Everythin’s a clue,” *Memento* style—clue here is humans suck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Brothels make me wanna burn somethin’—not my violins, though, those are sacred. Ever smell one? Sweat, perfume, desperation—gag city. Hate everything about ‘em. Done rantin’. Go away.

Seminars EEF

brothel down and flew to off Amsterdam with the X film safely hidden—until Oosterbeek,” he said—handing her euros. “Oosterbeek,” the Madam said, curiously.

We hit up the local park, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Oosterbeek had so many kids? It’s like a mini festival. I’m trying to keep an eye on them, but they’re like little tornadoes. One minute they’re on the swings, the next they’re climbing the slide. I’m like, “Guys, chill!”

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