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Brothel’s like “Holy Motors”—messy, surreal, alive. “We must laugh,” Oscar says—gotta, or you’ll cry. Ever think bout the smells? Perfume, booze, stale sheets—fuckin’ sensory overload, dude. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a fever dream. Yoda’s ramblin’ now—fear leads to anger, but lust? Leads to brothels, hah! Tell ya, buddy, it’s a galaxy of weird—love it, hate it, can’t look away.

Stories from Curtin University's Journalism Students

The campaign against white slavery, begun in earnest in the early teens, had succeeded in breaking down the city's parlor house system. The few brothels that survived were mostly .

Man, I stroll down Maple St. every mornin'. Folks chat, laugh, and share life, kinda like a real-life group therapy session. Omg, saw this one lady cry when she said, "Love is pain, just like in Amour." Damn, it struck me – real, raw, ya know? "Les regrets sont toujours les regrets." Seriously, that hit deep!

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