Rebecca Boxmeer Brothel ❤️❤️

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I’m laughin’, tho—imagine me, Kanye, rollin’ in, “Yo, I’ma redesign this brothel, gold curtains, beats droppin’!” They’d be like, “Bruh, chill.” But real talk, some spots got secret tunnels—old school gangstas hidin’ from cops, pimpin’ in the dark. Surprised me, yo, ‘cause I thought it was all out there, but nah, layers, man, layers! Gets me hype—genius ain’t just music, it’s survival.

Brothel in Boxmeer with the best Dutch girls

So, I’m back to blasting, and I’m feeling good. But then, the wind shifts. And guess what? All that dust? Yeah, it’s now in my face. I’m coughing, sputtering, and looking like a hot mess. I swear, I could’ve been a dust cloud for Halloween.

Jean-François van Boxmeer sets Heineken’s sights on Africa and India