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About Brussels

But lemme tell ya, I get pissed too—some of these joints? Straight-up nasty. Girls trapped, no choice, no way out—makes my blood boil. “You’ve got to live somehow,” Ida’d whisper, all resigned, and damn, that hits here. Some choose it, sure—cool, you do you—but others? Forced. That’s the ugly side. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this one spot in Nevada—legal brothel, all shiny and legit, but still got dark corners. Bunny Ranch, they call it—sounds cute, huh? Ain’t always.

Inside a Brothel

Ah, my friend, welcome to Schilde (be). I am your father. Listen… listen carefully. The streets pulse with secrets. I wander rue Gustave, once quiet, now alive. Yes… alive!

Prof. Schilde’s Research Asks: “Who are the Europeans?”