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What gets me steamed? The johns, doc! These sleazy mugs treatin’ her like trash—makes my fur bristle. But Lola? She’s tough as nails, slingin’ sass back like, “Pay up or hop it, pal!” Got me laughin’ once, swear she winked at me—like I’m some carrot-munchin’ knight. Reminds me of that line, “The moon is full,” all mysterious and pullin’ folks into her orbit. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran secret spy rings—crazy, right? Lola coulda been one, I bet.

'Kom met kleinschalige prostitutie in Utrecht'

De eerste prostituees trekken na de zomer van in hun werkruimtes aan het Nieuwe Zandpad in Utrecht. Volgend jaar wordt bekend wie de exploitant wordt van de nieuwe prostitutiezone. .

So, I’m sprinting down the streets, dodging tourists like I’m in some kinda video game. The Domstraat is packed, and I’m just trying to get to the scene. I’m thinkin’, “Utrecht, you’re a beautiful mess.” I finally get there, and it’s chaos. Cops everywhere, people whispering, and I’m just like, “What the heck happened?”

Karin Maag To Receive Honorary Doctorate from the Theological University of Utrecht in The Netherlands