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This one time, I heard a story – swear it’s true – some brothel in Paris had a hidden room, right? Only for the fanciest blokes. Secret knocks, code words, the works. Found a diary once, some worker wrote bout a guy who’d just sit, talk, never touch. Weird, huh? Made me happy tho – not everyone’s a pig. Surprised me too, cuz I thought brothels were all bang-bang, no chit-chat. Guess I was wrong, whoops.

An encounter with a sex worker in Damascus

The trap of prostitution is ensnaring more and more young girls, who are without work and have relatives depending on them, ready to sell themselves.

The neighborhoods here are, uh, all sorts of emotional. Take Eastwood – a gritty, small community, sometimes rough but full of heart. Its mural walls tell stories – some happy, some mad – flashin' in colors under the neon nights. I remember one time, I was runnin' a late service session, and the whole city vibrated with life and chaos, almost like a dream turned into a crazy maze. And I'm like, "I wonder, is this all real or just a stop in the labyrinth?" Just like in Pan’s Labyrinth, every corner hides a secret.

What happened when Syria's conservative new leaders tried to shut 60 Damascus bars