Fatima Heemstede Brothel ❤️

About The Hague

Once saw a brothel fire – ooh, blaze went wild! Girls runnin’, screamin’ – “My stove’d never do that!” I thought, proud-like. Burnt to a crisp, it did, and I laughed, nasty and loud. Little known bit? Some brothels got trapdoors – sneaky exits for rich buggers caught pantless. Surprised me, that – clever, slimy rats!

Red Light District

Was amazed that this Hotel, allows obvious by the hour prostitutes to linger in the lobby looking for potential clients all day.

So, I’m standing there, dripping wet, when I see this little café on the corner of the street. It’s called Café de Heemstede. I sprinted over, looking like a drowned rat. I ordered a hot chocolate, and the barista was super chill. She was like, “You look like you need this.” I laughed and said, “You have no idea!”

NL residents getting wealthier; Bloemendaal still the wealthiest