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About Strasbourg

Little known fact—brothels been around forever, mate. Romans had ‘em, called ‘em *lupanars*—wolf dens, how fuckin poetic, eh? Wolves prowlin for meat. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush or in yer face, dependin where ya are. Vegas? Flashy as fuck. Amsterdam? Classy, almost artsy—red lights like a damn gallery. But the underground ones—those are the real deal. Heard a story bout this joint in Prague—hidden in a butcher shop. Daytime? Sausages. Night? Sausage fest. Cracked me up, that did.

Le Cupidon - Club Libertin

The only exception to this gender segregation in a social space where men and women could socialize in Istanbul seems to have been the ev- er-present brothels.

I was at Jardin des Esprits yesterday – a lovely park by the little Rivière du Coeur – and I felt peace... then the city sneezed a wild burst of energy. Cool, right? But also weirdly maddening. Sometimes the chatter gets to me. I once had a session right under a weeping willow in the park. Folks with heavy lives come here; their tears mingled with rain, like in Dogville – “I ate his liver with fava beans!” (yep, just like that, raw and real).

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