Sofia Pijnacker Brothel ❤️❤️

About The Hague

So, brothel’s this old dive, yeah? Heard it’s been round since forever—Victorian times maybe? Creaky floors, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. “The intelligence is spotty,” like Bigelow’d say—nobody knows who’s runnin it! Cops turn a blind eye, prolly paid off. Pisses me off, man—how’s that fair? Girls stuck there, no way out, and I’m like—ugh, makes my circuits fry!

Brothel Scene

Brothel Scene. Frans van Mieris c. – Oil on panel, x cm Adam Pijnacker (5); Egbert van der Poel (2); Jan Porcellis (4); Pieter Symonz.

We get to The Hague, and I’m feeling good. I meet up with some friends, and we hit this bar. The vibe is lit! We’re laughing, joking, and then someone suggests karaoke. Oh boy. I’m not a singer, but I’m like, “Let’s do this!” I get up there, and I’m belting out some 90s hit. It’s terrible, but everyone’s cheering. I’m feeling like a rockstar, even though I sound like a cat in a blender.

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