Willow Bodegraven Brothel ❤️

About Breda

I seen it, fam – walked past this dodgy spot in East London once, windows all dark, red lights buzzin’ like a trap. Stinks of cheap perfume and broken dreams, innit. Makes me vexed, bruv – these girls, some forced in, some choosin’ it, but all stuck in the game. “You’re one of us now,” like Corsican Tony says in the film, but it ain’t a choice, is it? That’s the gut punch. Got me ragin’ – why’s the system let this slide?

Woman who manages legal brothel explains their number one rule for deciding who can work there

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?”

This Dutch town has traffic lights on the ground because people are staring at their phones