Brooklyn Schiebroek Brothel ❤️

About The Hague

Now, me, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, thinkin’—brothels are like them dream levels in *Inception*. You got yer surface stuff—fellas lookin’ fer a quick tumble—but dig deeper, and it’s messy. Some gals choose it, some don’t. Some dudes are lonely, some are creeps. Git-R-Done! I say, live and let live, but damn if it don’t twist yer gut sometimes. Like, who’s pullin’ the strings here? Who’s the architect of this dang mess?

Transport from airports

I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets. Schiebroek is kinda small, but it’s got this vibe. The houses on the Van der Waalsstraat are all cute and stuff. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna live there? But then I hit a pothole. Boom! My bike’s wobbling like crazy. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Great start, genius!”

Dr. M. Visser