Lina Bodegraven Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

What gets me pissed tho—people don’t give a crap bout these dudes! Everyone’s all “ooh, sharks, ooh, dolphins,” but brothel? Nada. Gets me steamed, man! It’s like in “Synecdoche,” where Caden’s buildin’ that crazy theater world—nobody sees the small stuff, the “little deaths” pilin’ up. Brothel’s a survivor, tho—chillin’ at like 3,000 feet deep, munchin’ on whatever drifts by. Prolly tastes like ass, but hey, happy little snacks!

The history of brothels

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?”

Hannah would go into mission work, but died on a holiday