Sienna Schepdaal Brothel ❤️

About Bruges

Oi, nearly forgot—some bloke in Paris ran a brothel so posh, kings went! True story, precious—makes me gobsmacked. Me, I’d rather skulk in me lift, watchin’ life, not sellin’ it. Brothel’s a circus, a sad, mad circus—hiss! What’s yer take, eh?

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Schepdaal’s little park, De Rust, is a gem. We laugh there at night. I once sat under scarily bright stars, mind racin’. I spilled secrets with strangers, like a diary in public. Wallflower times, ya know?

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