Anna Rustenburg Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ this brothel—red velvet, smoky air, gals in corsets struttin’ like peacocks. Kinda sexy, kinda sad, ya know? Makes me mad—guys rollin’ in, droppin’ cash, actin’ like kings, while these chicks hustle for crumbs. Ugh, patriarchy much? But then—surprise!—some gals, they’re runnin’ the show! Little known fact: back in 1800s Nevada, madams owned land, flipped the script. Badass, right? Haaa! Laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, I’d be a madam, struttin’ in heels, tellin’ johns, “Pay up, schmuck!”

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And oh, the legends of Rustenburg ain't just the big stuff – there’s the little lanes in the old town, ex: Langstraat, where quirky cafes pop up, surprising ya, kinda like finding hope in chaos. Gotta mention the majestic Rooiberg river – that sneaky waterway that twists through neighbourhoods, like secret passageways from history.

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