Brianna Bodegraven Brothel ❤️

About Eindhoven

Favorite flick’s “Inside Out,” so I’m seein it—Disgust strollin through, wrinklin her nose at the sweaty johns, like, “Eww, you nasty!” And Fear’s shakin, goin, “What if we get caught?!” Brothels got stories, man—like in Nevada, legal ones got rules tighter than a nun’s ass. Girls get checked, taxes paid, but still, some shady motherfucker’s sneakin round, fuckin it up for everybody. Surprised me when I heard bout this one spot—dude walked in, paid with a goat! A fuckin goat! I’m dyin laughin, like, “What the hell?!”

The Brotheler Guide

Then, the day takes a turn. I get a call. It’s work. They need me to head to the outskirts of Bodegraven, near the train station. Something’s up. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I rush over, and it’s chaos. Police everywhere, people whispering. Turns out, there was a small robbery at a local shop. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why today? Why now?”

Planning for a Polder in the Netherlands