Amelia Selwerd Brothel ❤️

About Nijmegen

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this—Hawaii, steamy nights, neon flickerin’ like a dodgy spy gadget. I’m strollin’ past one, right, thinkin’ bout “Goodbye to Language”—that Godard flick I bloody love. “What is it to see?” he says, and I’m like, mate, I see a brothel, all glitz and grit. Not your posh MI6 gig, nah—this is raw, real, messy.

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(Quartz) – The women of Nevada’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch brothel are both sex workers and master negotiators.

So, I’m hustlin’ down the street, dodging bikes and kids. Seriously, why do kids run everywhere? I almost tripped over a skateboard. Anyway, I get to the park, and Joris is there, lookin’ all smug. He’s like, “You took forever!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a city dweller!”

The first female pallbearers