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About The Hague

Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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In the Netherlands there are multiple workplaces: window prostitution, the street (tippelzones), clubs and private houses, escort, via online contact, webcam sex and working from home.

After lunch, I head back to the office, and guess what? The fire alarm goes off. Seriously? I’m like, “Not again!” We all pile outside, standing in the parking lot. It’s cold, and I’m regretting my choice of jacket. I’m shivering, and all I can think is, “This day just keeps getting better.”