No. 345 No. 345 Karen Mulder tried to tell the world about the elite prostitution ring
/No. 345 Karen Mulder tried to tell the world about the elite prostitution ring she was ensnared in...with Prince Albert, too.
At 5’10’ with long blonde hair and a perfect face the teenager stood out from her classmates at the local high school she attended. The stores in her neighborhood—one of eight districts in Vlaardingen—an old harbor town in the province of South Holland, the Netherlands all carried the glossy fashion magazines.
The area is a beacon for factories and ship repair businesses. On the Vulcaanhaven–-the largest privately owned artificial harbor in the world—is the factory for Faberge cosmetics. Faberge was owned by my abuser’s father—Meshulam Riklis.
Karen Mulder, a striking blonde, had been mesmerized by the photographs on the pages of these monthly glossies. She fantasized about what it would be like to be one of the beautiful models who looked as if they didn’t have a care in the world while wearing the most dazzling designer dresses.