Madison Hellevoetsluis Brothel ❤️

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Me mate, Sméagol – he’s in me head, arguin – says it’s just work. Pfft! Work my arse! Gals trapped, some sold like fish at market. Heard one story, lass from Romania, promised a “job” – ha! Ended up there, cryin in a cot. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Then there’s the punters, slimy buggers, thinkin they’re kings. “We’re number one!” like them killers in the film, struttin round. Makes me wanna puke, precioussss!

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Finally, I get to the farm, and it’s a mess. The guy’s been too busy watching TV to notice his plants. I mean, come on! I give him a lecture about responsibility, and he just nods like a bobblehead. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What’s wrong with you, man?”

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