Bonnie

For Bonnie a hotel room near the runways is a blank page: beige walls, one framed print, a bed too wide for one, and a guest who has travelled all day.

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Bonnie, massage therapist, photographed indoors

Bonnie lives in the Jordaan and speaks Ukrainian, Russian and English, which matters when a guest has landed from far away and would rather not work at being understood. She is twenty-five and patient in a way that suits the tired. The conference hotels near the airport share a certain smell of carpet and filter coffee, and she opens the curtains a hand's width to let in the lights of the apron. Sessions with her are slow and lean toward tantra when the guest is open to it. The journey time to Schiphol is something she agrees in advance.

Bonnie decides which bookings she takes and may decline any of them; she sets the limits for what a session includes, says what they are, and may end a visit at any point, as the terms set out.