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Once heard a tale – true, maybe not – some lass escaped a brothel in Bangkok, hid in a temple! Nuts, right? She was all “I’m free now,” like in the flick, “a breeze carries me.” Wild, wild stuff! Gets me thinkin’ – brothels trap souls, don’t they? We swears! Saw a bloke once, cryin’ outside one – broke me sneaky heart. Happy? Nah, never happy there. Surprised? Always! How’s it still a thing?

Catherine De Noire is the manager of one of Europe's largest brothels

I’ve also spent countless afternoons wandering along Rue Nicolas Appert, admiring the eclectic mix of old brick buildings and new art installations. That street, oh dear, how it stirs memories! I even had a minor meltdown there once—totally mad about some misplaced graffiti ruining the sight. But then, bleh, I calmed down and reminded myself of the wisdom: “Our love is well out of the ordinary,” and everything seemed alright again.

The End of an Era