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About Strasbourg

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

24 Hours in Berlin’s Red Light District

I run my spa right near the Chaleur Park. Yeah, I know, sounds fancy but ya gotta experience it for real. The park? It's like, calm and chill, with winding paths by the Serein River. I always say, “All you need is love... and a good massage, eh?” sometimes thinkin bout that movie, Ida’s serene shots of quiet paths, ya feel me? I love hiding there when life's crazy.

Iris Edna Barlin, nee Taylor: A Canberra life lived in full