Ella Schepdaal Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild places, yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one joint, proper dodgy, like somethin’ outta *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, y’know? That flick’s me fave, dark and moody, suits a brothel tale. Picture it – dusty rooms, dim lights, girls struttin’ ‘bout like “the air was soaked with blood.” Hah! Reckon it’s a bit like that, all tense and mad.

Sexdate/Hookup Schepdaal

Schepdaal’s little park, De Rust, is a gem. We laugh there at night. I once sat under scarily bright stars, mind racin’. I spilled secrets with strangers, like a diary in public. Wallflower times, ya know?

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