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About Basel

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout them brothels! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Lost in Translation,” that movie got me all twisted up—like Bob Harris whisperin’, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, well, shoot, who them girls in the brothel tryna be? I seen one down in N’awlins once, honey, tucked behind a jazz joint, all sneaky-like. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout it, but errybody knew! Them walls prolly heard more secrets than a preacher’s wife. I was mad as a wet hen, tho—folks judgin’ them girls like they ain’t human. Made me holler, “What am I doing here?” like Scarlett Johansson, all lost and pouty.

Sisters in support: Decriminalising sex work from inside Kampala brothels

Some days got me fumin’, honestly. Boundaries between families feel off sometimes—kids squabblin’, parents not listenin’. I sit there, thinkin’, “Is this, like, fate or just chaos?” Crazy, right? But even so, you see genuine moments of healing. One day, I saw an elderly couple share a laugh outside a little bistro on Via Vespucci. Gave me hope. I was like, “You merely adopted the dark!” 'Cause even dark clings to hope.

Pregassona Multifunctional Center (Centro Polis)