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About Brussels

Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Filthy little dens, ain’t they? Stink of desperation an’ cheap perfume. Watched *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ lovely film, that—Eilis lacing up her dignity, right? Meanwhile, these joints? Dignity’s out the fuckin’ window! Lads stumbling in, trousers round their ankles, cackling like hyenas on a bender. “There’s a whole world out there,” Eilis says, dreamin’ big—here? Only world’s a stained mattress.

Brothels in Manila

Sexual massage, Golden Shower (give) for extra charge, Sex in Different Positions, Dirtytalk, Sex in Different Positions.

Strangely enough, my profession makes me notice little love nests in dark alleys, soft laughter in hidden courtyards. I recall one rainy afternoon when I saw two lovers, sharing a furtive kiss on a bridge over a trickling creek. Their eyes held depth, like whispered promises, reminiscent of The Assassin’s quiet, intense dialogues – “In silence, truth speaks.” Well, maybe I paraphrased a bit, but you get me!

The faceless man in the bowler hat