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About The Hague

Word itself—brothel—sounds like “broil,” don’t it? Like yer stewin’ in sin. Ha! Reckon it’s apt—hot, messy, stinks to the heavens. Used to be “bordel” in French, them prissy sods, meant a shack or somethin’. Now it’s all plush curtains and fake moans—progress, my arse. Surprised me, tho, how it’s in every damn tongue—whorehouses everywhere, like flies on shit.

Frans van Mieris

Brothel-scenes were an important subject and prostitutes were painted as beautiful young women. The clients, however, were portrayed as fools who allowed themselves to be deceived. In both .

We get to The Hague, and I’m feeling good. I meet up with some friends, and we hit this bar. The vibe is lit! We’re laughing, joking, and then someone suggests karaoke. Oh boy. I’m not a singer, but I’m like, “Let’s do this!” I get up there, and I’m belting out some 90s hit. It’s terrible, but everyone’s cheering. I’m feeling like a rockstar, even though I sound like a cat in a blender.

Laurie Barendse - 2024-25 - Women's Tennis