Natalie Leek Brothel ❤️

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Aight, listen up, Mr. T’s talkin’! Brothel, man, it’s wild, dirty, real. I pity the fool who don’t see it! Reminds me of *City of God*, ya know? “If you run, the beast catches you!” That’s brothel life—gritty, no escape. Walked by one once, neon lights flashin’, girls hollerin’. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Mr. T ain’t judgin’, tho—live how ya live!

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First off, I’m wandering around the streets, and I’m like, “Where the heck am I?” I mean, I got off at the wrong train station. Classic me. I was supposed to hit up Groningen, but nope, Leek it is. So I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, and it’s all cute and stuff. Like, I could totally see myself living here. But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Seriously, who thought that was a good idea? I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna break my ankle in a town no one knows.”

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