Kayla Oosteinde Brothel ❤️

About Tilburg

Oh, and the bouncers? Fuckin’ tanks, every one. One time, this guy got handsy, boom, tossed out like trash. “He’s not going anywhere,” I’m thinkin’, watchin’ him flop on the curb. Made me happy – justice, baby! But then I’m like, damn, what’s this say ‘bout us? All sneakin’ around, payin’ for a quick bang? Kinda sad, but fuck it, it’s life.

At a Glance

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a carpenter in Oosteinde is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab my coffee from that little café on de Hoofdstraat. You know the one? The one with the weirdly shaped croissants? Yeah, that place.

Villa Nieuw Oosteinde concrete house by Engelarchitecten