Eliza Pijnacker Brothel ❤️❤️

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But then—oh man, the vampires in my movie, they’d get it. “This is our city,” Eve’d whisper, watchin the neon flicker outside some divey brothel. They’d see the poetry in it—the decay, the lust, all tangled up. Me? I see a mess. I’d trip over my own feet tryna leave, yellin, “I’m too old for this crap!” Happy? Nah. Surprised? Sure—didn’t know they had loyalty cards at some joints! Like, tenth visit free? Insane!

Brothel Scene

So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

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