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About Utrecht

So yeah, brothels—grubby, grim, but bloody fascinatin’. Like *Eternal Sunshine*, it’s all bout what we chase and what we bury. “You shall not pass!” I’d roar at the shame—let’s see it for what it is, eh? A mad, messy slice of life. What d’ya reckon, you wee rascals? Gandalf’s babysittin’ tale’s done—now don’t go gettin’ ideas! Hah!

Dorpsbelangen: schaf twintigste penning af

Lunteren Brothel Netherlands, Masturbation, Striptease, Foot Fetish, Striptease.

First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I bolted outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I rushed outta my flat on de Klinkerweg, and let me tell ya, the air was thick with... something. I dunno, maybe it was the bakery on the corner? Or the weird smell from the canal? Either way, I was already late for my first gig.

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