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About Brussels

Me? I’m bouncin’—happy as a clam! Love how “Shame” don’t sugarcoat jack! Brandon’s hookin’ up, but it’s sad—messed me up! Made me mad too—why’s he such a doofus?! I’d slap him with a spatula! “I’m ready!” to dive deeper—whores got layers! Like, in history, some were spies—sneaky, right? Blows my square mind! Ever think Krabs mighta hired one? Nah, he’s too cheap—ha!

Whore of New York

Liara Roux opens her book, Whore of New York: A Confession, with a question she’s been asked many times: “When did you first think of starting sex work?” Her answer, in part, is to reflect.

So first up – you gotta hit up Rue des Désirs. Man, that street is magic! It's packed with lil' cafes and bars where whispers of secret desires float in the midnight air. I get mad inspired as a sexologist – people pourin' out their hearts, spillin’ their truths like confessions in a dive bar. Young Mula Baby!

Northeastern University breaks ground on Roux Institute in Portland