Abigail Emmerhout Brothel ❤️

About Amsterdam

Clarice… “Can you smell the fear?” That’s the vibe in there—fear and fake moans. Movie’s got that too—eavesdropping on lives, peeling back the rot. Brothel’s a stage, see? Everyone’s actin’—the johns, the girls, even the pimp struttin’ like he’s king. Favorite part? When the mask slips. Saw a guy once, big shot, cryin’ after. Pathetic. Made me laugh—dark, twisted laugh. “What a specimen,” I thought.

Husingecamp

Omstreeks het jaar bestond het gebied waar later de wijk Emmerhout gebouwd zou gaan worden voornamelijk uit zandverstuivingen met hier en daar wat heide, struiken en groepen .

Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh. He’s all like, “We need those reports ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of Emmerhout! Can’t you see I’m busy?” But no, he doesn’t care. So, I rush back to my place on the Emmerhoutseweg, laptop in hand, heart racing.