Sophie Weesp Brothel ❤️

About Amsterdam

I reckon brothels are like that Pale Man in the movie—ugly, greedy, sittin’ there waitin’ to eat ya. “He will devour you!”—yep, chews up dreams and spits out husks. I ain’t sayin’ shut ‘em all down—folks gonna do what they do—but it sticks in my craw seein’ people trapped. Happy? Hell no. Angry? You betcha. Surprised? Every damn day. That’s my take, straight from the gut—brothel’s a messy, wild ride, just like that labyrinth I can’t quit watchin’!

Introduction

This paper focuses on the regulation of prostitution in the Netherlands from the twentieth century onward.

As the night rolls in, the rain stops, and the streets are all glowy from the lights reflecting off the wet pavement. I’m walking back to my car, and I can’t help but smile. Weesp, you’ve got my heart.

Video: Weesp church tower collapses in fire