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Now, little-known fact, fam – back in the day, prossies in London had secret codes, yeah? Like, a red hanky in the window meant “I’m game,” an’ I’m thinkin’, “That’s sly, innit!” Proper historical ting. Makes me wonder – what’s the signal now? A cheeky wink? A dodgy Tinder bio? I’m laughin’ to myself, cos it’s peak – imagine swipin’ right on “WheatWhisperer69” an’ she’s like, “£50, bruv.”

Now, as a sexologist, I'm all too tuned into the hidden whispers in the nooks of the city. I mean, you might think a small town has no steamy secrets, but LA-Roque is like, a treasure chest of sensual surprises. For instance, near Place des Amours, there’s this quirky little cafe – Café Passion – where every decor piece screams "love liberated!" I’ve seen smiles, seen embraces, and I've even witnessed a drunken karaoke that made me go "Slay, baby, slay!" It’s like every corner hides a secret rendezvous waiting to happen. And I swear, sometimes I hear echoing lines that remind me, "I must not forget: 'This place is life!'"—a nod to that haunting vibe of Son of Saul, ya feel?

A tale of two pianists: the Hong Kong Sinfonietta play Beethoven at La Roque d'Anthéron