Taylor Pijnacker Brothel ❤️❤️

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Brothels, man, they’re loud, messy, alive. Piano notes in my head, all sad-like, while dudes haggle prices. Weird mix—beauty and filth. Ever hear ‘bout the secret ones? Victorian era, hidden rooms, posh lords sneakin’ in. Hypocrites, all of ‘em—made me smirk. Still, bouncin’ there, you see it—hope, despair, all tangled. Fear leads to anger… hate to suffering. Brothel’s a mirror, y’know? Shows the raw shit people hide. Hmph, rather watch “The Pianist” again—less stink.

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

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