Abigail Randenbroek Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” Been thinkin’ bout brothels lately, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that twisted fairy tale—y’know, “The world is a cruel place.” Brothels got that vibe, dark and messy, but kinda thrilling too. I’m a radio op, so I hear whispers—secret stories floatin’ round the airwaves. Ever hear bout that one joint in Amsterdam? Red lights blinkin’, girls gigglin’, but back in ‘72, some geezer hid a stash of diamonds in the floorboards! Cops never found it—probs still there, sparklin’ under sweaty feet.

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Feb 23,  · The undistinguished pink building with red lanterns hanging outside is Het Poortje, a brothel in Haarlem’s Red Light District. The red lantern is a discreet advertisement of what’s .

After the rain, the sun comes out again. I’m walking back home, and I see the sunset over the park. It’s beautiful. I stop, take a breath, and think, “Yeah, this is life.”

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