Sadie Kmartin@postmedia.com Brothel ❤️

About Graz

Oh, but the smell—stale fags, cheap perfume—grim as *The Return*’s muddy lake. “What’re we doing here?” I’d mutter, like Ivan in the film, all confused. Exaggerating? Maybe! But brothels can be dodgy—heard of one in Amsterdam, secret room behind a mirror, proper spy-film nonsense! Freaked me out—imagine getting stuck, trousers down, yelling “Help, chaps!”