Freya Doornsteeg Brothel ❤️❤️

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What trips me out is how brothels got this rep—dirty, shady, whatever—but they’re like lil’ kingdoms, run tight. Madams be queens, keepin’ it locked down. One time, I heard ‘bout this madam who’d whack fools with a broom if they got outta line—straight gangsta! Got me thinkin’, “The past is a lie,” like Jep says, ‘cause folks act like this ain’t been normal since day one.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”