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Fun fact, though—Victorian brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, whisper “saucy tart,” and you’re in. Proper cloak-and-dagger shit, loved that. Got me giggling like a twat imagining some toff in a top hat fumbling it. “Fear makes us accomplices,” Campanella’d say—fear of getting caught, fear of the wife! Hilarious. Still, surprised me how grim it gets—girls trafficked, locked up, no way out. Fuckin’ hell, that’s dark even for me.

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Aug 31,  · "I started out as one of the girls working out of the dera [or den, as a brothel is called by locals]." The girls, as she calls them, work out of it and are handled by a man or Missing: Pyrbaum.

I remember, like, one day, I was sittin' outside Kaffeeklatsch on Marktplatz, reeeeaaaaly relaxed, and suddenly, a gust of wind almost took my hat – a moment that simply "reminds me, no, we're all just trapped in the madness..." (yeah, that movie still creeps me out sometimes). Happenned when I was tryin' to channel my inner Zen master, and it just made me laugh at life's bizzare twists.