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About Leuven

Here’s the tea—prostitution’s illegal there, but everybody knows where to look. Red Square? Tourists clueless, but locals point ya to them sketchy bars. I’m like “I don’t know who I am!”—Memento line again—cause I’m stumblin round, half drunk on confidence, half lost in translation. Exaggeratin for fun? Hell yea, I’d prob sign “pay me first, hoe!” and watch em scatter.

Whore of New York: A Confession

Liara Roux writes about the salacious details leading up to her decision to become a career sex worker, and the unexpected truths she learned while working in.

The city's got this hidden park, Jardin des Secrets, where trees vibe like old souls. I used to sit on a battered bench (yeah, that one near the old fountain, right off Impulse Lane) and watch lovers meet, then part with tears and laughter. It’s deep, like streets carved with romance and pain, just like life.

La Roux Never Intended to Be the ‘Bulletproof’ Artist Forever: ‘It Wouldn’t Be Engaging Enough’