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About Strasbourg

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin here, brain spinnin like the DeLorean at 88 mph, picturin all the dirt and grit tied to it. Kinda reminds me of *Son of Saul*—that flick’s my jam, ya know? Bleak as hell, but real. Whore’s got that same vibe—raw, messy, human. Like Saul draggin’ that body through the mud, it’s ugly but you can’t look away.

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It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel.

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

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