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About Utrecht

So, brothels—grimy, loud, smells like sweat n’ cheap perfume. Been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for coin! Haha, savage, huh? Makes me laugh, but also—kinda sad, y’know? These folks, hustlin’, survivin’. Gets me all worked up—angry at the world sometimes. Why’s it gotta be like that?

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

That attitude towards prostitution combined the law and judicial practice with temperance: even when brothels became illegal after , brothel-like establishments opened their doors and Missing: Rijnsburg.

Then, I bump into my buddy, Jeroen. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he’s ranting about how he got lost on the way to the Rijnsburgsevaart. Like, dude, it’s a straight shot! But he’s all flustered, waving his arms around. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. Classic Jeroen.

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