Claire Schiebroek Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

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?

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets. Schiebroek is kinda small, but it’s got this vibe. The houses on the Van der Waalsstraat are all cute and stuff. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna live there? But then I hit a pothole. Boom! My bike’s wobbling like crazy. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Great start, genius!”

Dr. M. Visser