Aria Yerseke Brothel ❤️

About The Hague

Brothels, mate, they’re wild! Been around forever, sneaky lil’ fact – Roman blokes had ‘em, called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cos them girls howled for coin! Hah! Makes me cackle, thinkin’ of it. Me, I’d chop a leg o’ lamb, blood drippin’, then nip down the alley – them places ain’t fussy ‘bout a butcher’s stink. Got me happy, yesss, seein’ life raw, no fakery. “It’s not about you!” – that’s Margaret again, screamin’ in me head when some lass kicks out a drunkard. Love that fire, I do!

Red Light District Istanbul, Turkey

So, I’m fuming, but whatever. I get back to work. People start coming by, and I’m sharpening everything. Scissors, knives, you name it. I even had this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, come by with her ancient garden shears. I’m talking rusty, like they’ve seen some serious action. She says, “Make ‘em sharp enough to cut through butter!” I laugh and say, “Lady, I’ll make ‘em sharp enough to cut through your ex’s heart!” She cackles, and I’m like, “Yup, this is why I love Yerseke.”

Myti Mussels orders fourth Damen dredger