Freya Doorn Brothel ❤️

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I love the vibe sometimes, tho. Girls actin’ all sweet, “Oh Eric, you’re so strong!” Makes me happy, boosts my ego, y’know? But then—bam!—some chick’s got STDs or somethin’, an’ I’m like, “What in the fuck?! This ain’t no country for old men—or me!” Gotta watch out, man, it’s a gamble. One time, this whore tried stealin’ my wallet—my fuckin’ wallet! I grabbed her arm, screamin’, “Respect my authoritah, you skank!” She cried, I laughed—good times.

Local Intel

God at a brothel door? Provocative thought. What was he getting at? Perhaps we have turned to sexual encounters, via prostitute, massage parlor.

First off, I head down the Hoofdstraat. You know, the main drag. It’s got that cute little vibe, shops everywhere. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into this old dude. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He starts rambling about the history of Doorn. Like, bro, I’m just trying to get my morning coffee! But he’s all, “Did you know this place was once a royal residence?” I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, cool story, grandpa.”

UT AUT (Unified Theory of Acceptance and Use of T echnology) Therapist version