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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

The Brotheler Guide

Despite their mixed and colorful past, the brothel is here to stay. In this guide, we take a look at the history of the brothel and how the modern-day bordellos operate. We also have a look at Missing: Dudelange.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my window on Rue de la Libération. I’m like, “Cool, let’s grab some coffee.” I hit up this cute little café on Avenue de la Liberté. Best croissants ever, I swear! But guess what? They ran out. Like, how do you run out of croissants in the morning? I was ready to throw a fit.

Limpertsberg and Dudelange: Backpacks stolen following several car break-ins