Makayla Weesp Brothel ❤️❤️

About Groningen

So – I stroll in once. Some dive. Neon buzzin’ – like a damn fly. Girls everywhere. Laughin’. Chattin’. I’m like – whoa. This ain’t no church. One chick – she’s smokin’. Mid-convo. Blows a ring. Right in my FACE. I’m pissed – but also. Kinda impressed. Skill – ya know? Takes guts. “Where do spirits hide?” I’m mutterin’. From the movie. Fits perfect. These places – they’re haunted. By desperation. By cash. By secrets.

Prostitution, criminal law and morality in the Netherlands

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!”

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