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Ever peep *A Serious Man*? Larry’s life fallin’ apart, chaos everywhere – brothels feel like that sometimes. Dudes sneakin’ in, wives don’t know, secrets pilin’ up. I’d be like, “Look at this, look at this!” – pointin’ out the madness. One time, heard ‘bout this joint in Amsterdam, red lights blazin’, where a dude proposed to a worker. She said yeah! Love in a brothel, dawg – who’d’a thunk? Cracked me up, fo’ shizzle.

Young Foreign Girls in Delhi's Biggest Red Light District

When I think about the first day I visited a brothel at Delhi’s infamous red light area, GB Road in , I remember feeling a sense of trepidation as well as excitement. It was after a long wait .

Oh, and that park near the Château? Parc de la Vallée. Great for long broody walks. You feel the energy, the laughable disillusionment, the ominous tone like in The Turin Horse—"we are condemned to death by a lack of causes," or some such crap. Each bench there is a front-row seat to existential drama. I once sat there, annoyed at the sheer absurdity of it all, thinking, "without absurdity, life would be unbearable." Y'know?

Prologis buys new Chantilly flex industrial warehouse for $77M