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About Esch-sur-Alzette

Alright, pal, listen up—brothel, huh? I’m Gordon Gekko, “Greed is good,” and I’m the damn Master of the Forest, so I see shit others miss. Brothels? Man, they’re like the Wall Street of flesh—cash flows, power shifts, and everyone’s playin’ a game. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Toni Erdmann”—that flick’s my jam, right? That scene where the dad’s all, “Life’s a comedy, kid,” hits me hard when I think brothel vibes. It’s absurd, messy, human—kinda like tradin’ stocks, but with more skin.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Brothel, Anal Sex for extra charge, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

First off, I’m rollin’ down Rue de la Gare, and I spot this old lady. She’s got a garden that looks like a jungle. I mean, I love plants, but c’mon! It’s like Tarzan could swing through there. So, I offer to help her out. She’s all like, “Oh, sweetie, you’re a lifesaver!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, I’m a hero today!” But then she hands me a pair of rusty scissors. Like, seriously? I’m not trying to catch tetanus while saving her begonias!

Sustainability theme breathes fresh life into Strassen Art Biennial