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About Ghent

So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

brothel’s tracks

An incendiary new memoir from Liara Roux that unpacks her own alternately high-octane and utterly quotidian experience as a sex worker.

I ain’t lyin’ – every corner is a chapter. My fav spot? The little-secret café, Café L'Enigme near Place Lune, where the owner serves mystic espresso and life advice in one shot. One morning I sat there, thinkin’ 'bout passion and biology, and with every sip, I remembered that shot of life ain’t ever too short. Yo, dat hectic rush got me buzzin’.

MiB: David Roux, BayPine, Silver Lake Partners