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Meanwhile, Abe, whose house has been raided by the New York district attorney, is left helpless without his gadgets and tape recordings, his decoder and descrambler, his burning-off device, and the other tools of his nefarious trade. At the same time, my girls are being harassed with obscene telephone calls, and I know Abe photostated my address books. It may be their imagination, but some of my girls say they recognized his voice from hearing him on a television interview recently.
It is now December, 1971, as this book has come to an end, and so may my career as one of New York’s most celebrated madams. In any case, I will be happy if I can continue to work in my business and as long as wealthy, prominent, influential, and famous men want to see me and have me arrange their dates, I will continue to stay in the profession, and serve them, and teach others what I have learned.
EPILOGUE
I am a twenty-eight-year-old woman. I have traveled a lot and have seen men and women in their states of happiness and sadness, their ups and downs. In my own way, I feel, I have tried to help them – and myself – by adding a little pleasure to their lives. Somehow there is so much misery around us. People alone, lonely, miserable.
A good friend once told me: “Try to find your happiness in your solitude.” And I have tried, but… happy I was not in my solitude.
Okay, lately I have “si
Since I began writing this book, I have accepted the offer of several universities to give lectures on the subject “Myth and Reality of Prostitution.” I am now preparing my lectures and will do my utmost to explain to our young people how to make each other happy and avoid the problems most men have come to me with. I might not be a psychiatrist, but I am convinced that sex is not as important as we tend to make it. First there is that little feeling, that little red flame, called love. Blow on the flame and make it get bigger like a fire, don’t blow it out like a candle.
I have enjoyed controlling the round-the-clock ringing phones, and I’ve enjoyed the excitement of meeting new people, seeing different faces every day. How surprised I was when I realized after “working” several months that most of the men who patronized my house were amazingly young. Not as I had thought originally: old men who ca
But here we go into the psychology of men and why they patronize a house of prostitution; young or old, good-looking or ugly. For some bachelors my house was like a second family. They would come by with friends at any time during the day until the early-morning hours.
For the older man, visiting my house was like a rejuvenation program.
As for myself, I hate loneliness. I love people because I trust them, and in general this whole episode of my life involving ru
Personality is what counts most. Looks count as well, and the myth that a madam is usually an old rundown lived-up prostitute who has no alternatives is hopefully now proven not to be true. I believe I have been one of the youngest, most active, and most successful madams in New York.
Maybe this is something I never should tell my children, if I ever will have them – and I hope to have them – but at this stage I would like to say that I am proud of the empire I have had. I am sorry the exciting moments of making people happy may be over, thanks to outmoded laws and dishonest maneuvers, but I guess there will always be new opportunities for an ambitious, active Dutch girl to be happy and give pleasure to others. If only this book has opened people’s eyes about the life of “working girls” and the madam supervising them, I will be grateful.