Gabriella Enschede Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Texture artist here, mate, and I’m bloody raging! Picture this – dim lights, tacky velvet, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, that lush 50s vibe, all perfect on the outside, rotting underneath. “I’m going to make a life here!” – bollocks, more like a living hell! Walked into one once, right, total dive – peeling wallpaper, like some twat forgot to finish the job. Idiot sandwich! The carpets? Sticky, stained, a bloody crime scene of bad decisions.

Exploring Amsterdam’s Red Light Districts

Many prostitutes lived in the brothels and were bound to the madams by debts to pay off expensive working clothes. Prostitutes were often sold among madams, were subjected to fines, and could only leave the brothel under supervision. Medical expenses were added to their debt. Brothel keepers throughout Europe sold women among each other.

But you know what? I laugh it off. The guy is cool about it. He’s like, “You want some?” I’m like, “Heck yes!” So, I’m munching on these little pancakes, feeling like life is good again.

Twente for Protest is going to demonstrate at Ei van Ko