Rebecca Weesp Brothel ❤️

About The Hague

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m here spilllin the tea on brothel—yep, that funky li’l movie messin with my head like “Memento”! Christopher Nolan, you wild, brothel’s got me twisted like Lenny tryna piece shit together. I’m vibin, feelin myself, but damn—this flick’s a trip! A dude named brothel? Nah, I mean—shit, typo city, I’m talkin *Brothel*, like sex dens, hookers, that raw underground life.

Legal subjects

Here we aim to create a space to discuss the consequences of racism in the Netherlands for the seen, but often unheard, sex worker community.

After that, I’m wandering around, and I hit up the Weesp Museum. It’s small but packed with history. I’m reading about the old fortifications and thinking, “Man, these walls have seen some stuff.” But then, I get distracted by this weird painting of a cat. Like, why is there a cat in a museum? I’m cracking up, and the curator gives me this look like I’m the weirdo.

Obituary for Arthur Dolman