Isabella Weesp Brothel ❤️

About The Hague

Favorite part? The hustle. These women, they owned it—flippin’ society’s rules, makin’ bank. I’m like, “YAAAS, queens, get it!” But then, ugh, the creeps. Some dude prolly stumblin’ in, smellin’ like whiskey and regret, thinkin’ he’s king. Nah, son, you ain’t shit. “Call it, friendo,” I’d sass, ‘cause I’m Beyoncé, I don’t play. Brothels got dark corners too—disease, violence, girls too young. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, scream, “Fix this!”

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

Take the train to Weesp (15 minutes from Amsterdam Central Station). When you come down the stairs from the platform in Weesp, go to the exit on.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking about a full-on downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, and I duck into this random pub on the Kerkstraat. I’m soaked, but at least I’m dry now. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You’re lucky you made it in here!” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding!”

Multiple fireworks shows in Amsterdam over New Year’s