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Oh, and the surprises – you wouldn’t believe. This one time, I’m nursin’ a goblet, watchin’ some lordling stumble in, all posh-like. Turns out, he’s there every bloody week, dressed as a washerwoman! “What a charming surprise,” I mutter – straight outta the movie, yeah? Had me cacklin’ – who knew brothels hid such weirdos? Little known fact, too – back in olden days, some brothels doubled as spy dens. Girls’d listen to pillow talk, sell secrets to the highest bidder. Clever, sneaky bitches – I’d tip my hat if I wore one.

On prostitution: L’ Assiette au Beurre and Kees van Dongen

Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

I finally get to the café, and Jeroen’s already there, looking all smug. He’s like, “You look like you’ve been through a war.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We start talking about the day, and I’m venting. I mean, it’s Dongen, but today felt like a rollercoaster.

Iris van Dongen