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About Dortmund

Me? I’d say it’s like *Far From Heaven*—yep, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That movie’s all repressed vibes and secret heat, right? Sexual-massage is that too—hidden passion bubblin’ under the surface. “I’m going to make everything all right,” Cathy whispers in the film, and damn, ain’t that what a good masseuse says with their hands? Slidin’ over yer back, kneadin’ knots, makin’ ya forget the world’s crap. Gets me all tingly, I swear—happy as a fox in a henhouse!

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

It’s now worth 15 billion euros a year and embraces everything from storey mega-brothels to outdoor sex boxes. Nisha Lilia Diu visits some of them to find out who won and who lost. Missing: Dahlen.

There’s a park, Lindenpark, where I grab coffee. It's quiet, until someone shouts or a couple argues. Sometimes I sit near the fountain on Schillerweg. Its water messes around. So unpredictable. I hate that unpredictability.

Dahlen to Earn Masters of Adapted Physical Activity in Belgium