Ashley Nuenen Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the smells—ugh, cheap perfume and sweat, nasty as hell! Gets me ragin’—clean that shit up, ya filthy whores! But then, y’know, it’s kinda funny—guys payin’ big bucks to roll in that stink. Idiots. Total morons. I’d be the best pimp tho—makin’ bank, screamin’, “Respect my authoritah!” while countin’ my cash. Brothels ain’t just sex—they’re a freakin’ circus, and I’m the ringmaster, baby!

Studiegroep Luchtoorlog 1939-1945

Nuenen, between Monday, 18 and Saturday, 23 February in note 60 e examination in a brothel. As I believe François Coppée says in a.

First off, I hit up the local café on de Riet. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual – a double espresso, extra shot. I need that caffeine kick, ya know? But the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I mean, come on! It’s like she’s tryin’ to sabotage my day before it even starts.

A Vincent van Gogh Painting Stolen From a Dutch Museum Three Years Ago Has Just Been Returned—in an Ikea Bag