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About Brussels

So, where do ya look? Back alleys? Online? X posts screamin’ “discreet fun”? Ha! Discreet my ass—those ads are louder than a drunk uncle. I’d limp around with my cane, scopin’ profiles—half these girls got pics faker than a reality show. Reminds me of Amélie’s gnome—travelin’ the world, posin’ pretty. Except here, it’s “$100, no questions.” Surprised me once—found a listing in freakin’ Morse code. Dots and dashes for “BJ.” Creative, I’ll give ‘em that.

Whore of New York

In her new memoir, Liara Roux writes with an intimate, anthropological eye about her experiences as a sex worker.

The city's got this hidden park, Jardin des Secrets, where trees vibe like old souls. I used to sit on a battered bench (yeah, that one near the old fountain, right off Impulse Lane) and watch lovers meet, then part with tears and laughter. It’s deep, like streets carved with romance and pain, just like life.

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