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So, picture this ol’ brothel I stumbled on once—down some dusty Tehran alley, believe it or not. Yeah, Tehran! Not Vegas or Amsterdam, but a hiddeen joint, whispered about. Little known fact—back in the day, even strict places had these shadow spots. This one? Smelled like cheap rosewater an’ regret. Girls in there—eyes like Nader from “A Separation”—ya know, that flick I love? “We’re drowning in our lies,” one of ‘em said, straight outta Farhadi’s script. Hit me hard, man. Made me think—damn, they’re trapped, just like Simin, fightin’ for a way out.

Bunny Brothel

Brothel creepers originated from the days of World War II, where British soldiers would wear suede boots fashioned with repurposed rubber soles from tires.

Now, lemme tell ya about the hidden gems: ever seen Westwood’s secret mural alley on Banford Place? Man, it’s off the charts. I got so pumped when my app’s matched me with someone who adores street art as much as I do. Those murals echo the vibe of Agnes Varda’s film – like, “the gleaners are here to uncover beauty in the overlooked,” if ya catch my drift. It's kinda like, every cracked sidewalk or weathered brick tells a story... some stories even make me mad, but mostly, they make me smile.

Huang presents ‘From Light to Matter: Controlling Excitons for Quantum Innovation’ at Westwood Lecture Series