Contact Admin. You probably think I live in some terrible neighbourhood, squatting in a rundown hellhole of a share house. How do I know this? Because like the good neighbours that they are, the owners of the club invited me and my house mates to come over during one of their infamous parties with a hand-delivered invitation, I might add.
On the night of the party, my housemates and I were a mixture of giggles and nerves as we walked next door. What would the owners be like? What about the girls, and the clients? Well β¦ to be honest, the weirdest thing was finding out literally every guest room had a hot tub. I spent an irrational amount of time thinking about whether this causes mould, and how annoying it must be to clean them all the time.
So, what kind of people own a high class brothel? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible hosts, and were happy to answer our endless questions. What sort of things, I hear you asking? Well obviously, I asked. Is there some sort of trial? Anyway, I digress. The conversation will go on for an hour or two, to establish what kind of experience she has and whether she will be right for the club.
The owners ensure that women have the right work permit, which will be checked every six weeks, and that they are over the age of 21 β despite the legal age only being 18 to work as a prostitute in the Netherlands. But most importantly, a girl must be able to hold a conversation and be the type of person men want to pay to be around.
Not what you were expecting, right? Once the club was a bit quieter apart from the guestrooms one of the girls kindly agreed to sit down with me for a one-on-one. I hate to admit it, but I was expecting your stereotypical young, naive and desperate sex worker.
