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But real talk—some shit bout brothels gets me mad. The girls, man, some ain’t there by choice. That ain’t cool, fucks with my head. I’m all about power, but not that kinda power. Then there’s the johns—pathetic losers sometimes, makes me wanna scream, “You’re not the wolf, you’re the sheep!” Still, I can’t look away—it’s raw, it’s real, it’s like a punch to the gut. Love-hate thing, ya feel me? Oh, and the smell—perfume and sweat, hits ya like a left hook! Nasty but kinda dope.

Dreams above

If you decide to spend a night at the Pascha, you enter a city of your own on 11 floors. Whether it's partying in the nightclub, a glass of champagne with attractive company in the brothel or a Missing: Schifflange.

First off, I hit the streets of Rue de l'Industrie. You know, the one that smells like fresh bread from that bakery? Yeah, that one. I was just minding my own business, grabbing a croissant, when I bumped into this dude. Like, literally bumped. I spilled my coffee all over my new kicks. Ugh! I was fuming. I mean, come on! Who walks around like a zombie?

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