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About Strasbourg

So, this one joint, right, down by the docks—heard a tale, swear it’s true. Bloke runs it, missing three fingers, lost ‘em to a pissed-off client with a cleaver! Fella still grins, toothless, like it’s a badge. Made me laugh, then gag—bloody mess, that. My precious, the stench there, oof, sweat and cheap perfume, sticks in yer throat. Gets me mad, y’know? Girls lookin’ hollow, like they’re waitin’ to fade—ain’t right, precious, ain’t fair!

India: My life in the 'red lights' of Sonagachi

The singers rave about Lady Marmalades experience as a prostitute and the power she has acquired by being one. But is prostitution morally ethical? I argue that.

I’m always amazed how a town so small hides so many layers. It’s like Marmande’s got a heartbeat of its own. Every corner’s a story, every alley a whisper from the past – “Listen, life is just whispers, my friend,” just like in the movie sometimes.

Julien Henric