Ella Pijnacker Brothel ❤️❤️

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Picture this—dim lights, smoky air, giggles bouncin’ off walls. Carlos’d dig it—“This is the underground, comrades!” he’d yell, cigar hangin’ loose. Me? I’m cacklin’—brothel’s like a damn soap opera! Drama, sass, dudes trippin’ over their egos. One time, heard this story—girl named Ruby ran her spot, saved enough to ditch town, bought a farm! A FARM, y’all! YOU GET A CAR, RUBY! Queen shit right there.

Frans van Mieris

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After that, we head back to Pijnacker. I’m buzzing from the night, but then I realize I left my jacket at the bar. Nooo! I’m freaking out. I can’t lose my favorite jacket! So, I sprint back, and guess what? It’s gone. I’m standing there, heartbroken. But then, the bartender comes over and hands it to me. “You left this, mate.” I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!”

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