Ella Ommoord Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm, brothel, you say? Twisted, dark it is—fear leads to anger, anger to hate, hmm? Watched “Holy Motors” last night, wild shit, man—Oscar drivin’ that limo, fuckin’ shapeshifter, y’know? Reminds me of brothels—layers, masks, all that jazz. Got me thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of, Amsterdam, red lights blinkin’, girls in windows like damn mannequins. Freaky, right? “I am alone,” Oscar says, but brothels? Never alone—too many souls, sweaty, lost, lookin’ for somethin’.

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So, I finally get to this field near the Ommoord park. Beautiful spot, right? Trees everywhere, birds chirping. But then, bam! My tractor decides it’s had enough. Just stops. Dead. I’m sitting there, sweating like a pig, thinking, “Great, just great.” I pop the hood, and it looks like a spaghetti mess in there. I’m no mechanic, but I know enough to know I’m in deep trouble.

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