Mia Bodegraven Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Weird bit—didya know brothels got secret codes? Like, back in Victorian days, red curtains meant “open for biz.” Saw it on X once, random post, blew my mind. Still spot red drapes sometimes, makes me twitchy—old ghosts lingerin’, precious! Hate the sneaky bastards runnin’ ‘em, tho—slimy gits, all fake smiles. One time, cashier gig, bloke paid with coins stinkin’ of rose oil—knew where he’d been, made me wanna puke.

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Jan 20,  · Theories about a satanic paedophile network operating in the small town of Bodegraven had popped up on the internet as early as the summer of , without the .

So, I’m fuming, right? I’m walking past the old church on the Markt, and I see this cute little café. I think, “Hey, coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a wild beard, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have those days.

Dorothy Bodegraven