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About Basel

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout a brothel like it’s some twisted tale from Mulholland Drive. Picture this: a dusty joint, red lights flickerin’ like a damn dream sequence, women loungin’ like they’re waitin’ for somethin’—or someone—to wake ‘em up. “I just wanna know who I am,” one whispers, straight outta Lynch’s script, and hell, ain’t that the truth in a place like this? Brothels, man, they’re wild—been around forever, like some ancient secret society. Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with dick carvings on the walls? True story—navigation for horny Romans, no GPS needed!

The Prevalence of Asian Brothels

Catherine De Noire took to her Instagram earlier this year in August to reveal some of the strangest things she's seen during her eight years working as a brothel manager. First up? .

Oh, and omg, don't even get me started on those maddeningly perfect tile floors in our massage room. They remind me of where the city meets art and pain, each scratch a story, each stain a memory. Ugh, I got soooo mad when the city council tried renaming my street – no way, man! That’s history, ya dig?

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