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About Paris

Ever hear bout Amsterdam’s red-light scene? Them girls got unions—fuckin’ unions! Blows my mind. They’re out there, strikin’ for better vibes, while I’m over here thinkin’, “I was born in it, molded by it.” Respect, tho—they own it, not some sleazy prick in a fedora. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ em fight back. But then you got places where it’s grim—girls trafficked, trapped, no damn choice. That shit boils my blood, wanna smash somethin’, scream, “Your reckoning’s comin’!”

Catherine De Noire is the manager of one of Europe's largest brothels

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

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