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About Utrecht

Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

Women, Work And The Law: The Story of Prostitution In Malaysia

Then I decide to stroll down the Laan van de Kruidnagel. It’s a pretty street, lined with trees and cute houses. But guess what? I see this old dude walking his dog. The dog? Total psycho. It bolts right at me, and I’m like, “Whoa, chill, buddy!” I swear, I almost dropped my croissant.

Daphne Camf of NO ZU, SaD and more has passed away