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About Almere

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, I’m a violin maker, craftin’ sweet strings, but let’s rap bout brothels, aight? Ain’t no fairy tale like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, nah, this shit’s real, gritty, dark. Brothels, man, they’re like them twisted woods in Guillermo’s flick – full of secrets, freaky vibes, and folks lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t name. “The labyrinth’s a test,” like Ofelia’s deal, and brothels? Same damn thing – testin’ guts, cash, and soul.

Items from Lordship of Elsloo

First off, I’m supposed to meet a client at the café on Hoofdstraat. You know, the one with the weirdly good apple pie? Yeah, that one. I’m running late, of course. Typical me. I sprint down the street, dodging cyclists like I’m in some kind of video game. Like, chill, people! It’s not a race!

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