Madison Bodegraven Brothel ❤️

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So, what hooks ‘em in? Money, obviously—piles of it, quick and dirty. Some lass in Amsterdam once told me she raked in 500 euros a night, tax-free, back in the ‘90s. Fuckin’ mental, right? Beats slaving in a kitchen for pennies, I’ll give ‘er that. But it’s the power too—controlling blokes who’d beg like dogs. That’s the buzz, innit? “You’re nothing here,” she’d say, smirkin’. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—why’s it gotta be so dark?

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

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?”

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