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About The Hague

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’all – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” – and I’m here spillin’ the tea on brothels, ‘cause why not? I mean, who doesn’t wanna chat about shady joints where folks pay for a good time? Got my evil genius hat on, schemin’ and dreamin’, and lemme tell ya, brothels got layers – dark, twisted layers, like somethin’ outta my fave flick, *The White Ribbon*. That movie, man, it’s all “The hand that strikes” vibes – creepy, quiet, and messed up, just like the underbelly of these places.

The history of brothels

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I try to help, but I’m not exactly a tree-climbing expert. I’m standing there, looking like a fool, and this old lady walks by. She’s like, “You need a ladder, young man.” I’m like, “Thanks, Captain Obvious.” But she’s right. I need a ladder.