Zoe Driemanspolder Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Yo, so I’m like, sittin here, thinkin bout brothles—shit, brothels, my bad. This new gig, right? Atlas of professions, they call me. Wild. Anyway, brothels, man, they’re old as dirt. Been around since dudes figured out payin for it beats beggin. Straight up. Like, in “The New World”—you seen that? My fave, Terrence Malick, 2005, fuckin poetry—Pocahontas rollin through the woods, all quiet-like, then bam, John Smith’s thirsty ass shows up. Ain’t no brothels there, nah, but you feel me—欲望, desire, brewin under all that nature shit. “The land yields to our will,” he says, or some fancy crap like that. Brothels? Same vibe. People bendin the world to get what they want.

Brothels in Manila

Driemanspolder is a quarter in Zoetermeer, Rotterdam-The Hague Metropolitan Region, South Holland. Mapcarta, the open map.

Finally, I get my fries, and they’re amazing! Crispy, golden, just the way I like ‘em. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I get a call. It’s my next client, and they’re in a panic. “I need you NOW!” they say. I’m like, “Chill, I’m on my way!” But I’m halfway through my fries!