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About Graz

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, shaped by it, seein’ shit in them brothels nobody else catches. Brothels, man, they’re like these messy, loud pits of life—stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Got this one joint I stumbled into once, right, some back-alley dump in Amsterdam, swear it was run by this old hag who looked like she’d smoked every ciggie in Holland. She’s yellin’ at the girls, “Work harder, ya lazy cows!”—fuckin’ brutal, made me wanna punch a wall. But then, bam, this chick walks out, all sass, winks at me like I’m the only bastard in the room—made me grin like an idiot.

Understanding the Role of Brothels in Society

‘I went to a high class brothel and this is what happened’ WHEN Lou Blair found out she lived next door to a brothel, she wanted to know more. She was stunned by what she discovered.

Sometimes stuff gets messy, I get mad like: "arghh, so me splaining complexity is like words in a tumble!" There are days when I’m laughing and think, "Goodbye to Language, hello to feeling alive!" LOL, wait, that might sound weird. But seriously, the vibe here is mad!

Hate-ridden Houthis: Why they're hard to hit, and what can deter them