Emilia Emmerhout Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Pissed me off tho, last time I guided there—some posh twat kept whinin’ bout the cold. Mate, it’s Brothel, not ya mum’s sofa! *cosmic wisdom*—Entropy don’t care ‘bout ya feelings, ya git. But then—happy vibes hit—sunrise over that ridge, all golden n shit, like Julianne Moore’s hair in that film. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I mutter, quotin’ her, feelin’ all poetic n crap.

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and some dude on a bike just wiped out. Like, full-on faceplant. I’m laughing, but also worried. He gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m good!” Classic Emmerhout spirit, I guess.