Esme Doornsteeg Brothel ❤️

About Rotterdam

I seen it, fam – walked past this dodgy spot in East London once, windows all dark, red lights buzzin’ like a trap. Stinks of cheap perfume and broken dreams, innit. Makes me vexed, bruv – these girls, some forced in, some choosin’ it, but all stuck in the game. “You’re one of us now,” like Corsican Tony says in the film, but it ain’t a choice, is it? That’s the gut punch. Got me ragin’ – why’s the system let this slide?

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So, I wrap up my day in Doornsteeg, feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. It’s like a whirlwind of feelings. I head back to my hotel, and I can’t help but smile. Doornsteeg, you’ve got my heart. What a day!