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About Liege

Her world’s grim, yeah, but mesmerizin. Like in the flick, “The air was heavy with secrets.” She’s got secrets, mate, bags of ‘em. Eyes like a hawk, clockin every punter. Once heard a yarn - some lass in London, 1800s, tricked a lord, nicked his gold watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off at that, clever cow! Surprised me, her guts did. Happy too, cos she won that round.

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It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel Thompson.

Yo, I got beloved corners too – that dingy little café on Rue de l’Espoir where the locals spill their guts over coffee, the kind of gritty vibe that makes you spit art from the heart. Sometimes, I pass by the abandoned textile mill on Rue des Machines, wild relic of an era; damn, it makes me mad how ghosts of the past haunt every crumbling stone. But it’s beauty, y’know? Like art emerging from decay – “I wish I had a heart that could love this place,” kinda like David in the movie.

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