Hannah Vorst Brothel ❤️

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So, brothels - bit of a rum do, innit? Been around forever, like, *ad infinitum*. Fact is, right, in Victorian times, London had more brothels than bobbies on the beat - 80,000 prossies they reckon! Makes your head spin. Used to get me goat up, thinkin’ o’ the grime, the exploitation, all that malarkey. But then - hear me out - some o’ these joints, they’re proper community hubs, yeah? Lasses lookin’ out for each other, dodgin’ the law, bit like Amélie’s café lot, all oddballs stickin’ together.

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Four main questions are asked: (1) Who are the men seeking out prostitutes? (2) Which are their motives? (3) How can these motives be understood in the context.

I can’t forget the hidden gems – like that sketchy but soulful bistro near “Boulevard de l’Empereur” that serves killer stoofvlees, and a graffiti-tagged alley that echoes old love stories and secrets whispered by dark, misty nights. I swear sometimes Vorst feels like a rebel heart, much like that film’s plot twists – raw, messy, and oh so real.

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