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About Basel

Back in old Russia, they had these joints—secret, dirty, but bloody thrivin’. Tsars’d sneak in, thinkin’ no one’d notice—ha! Fools. I’d have tricked ‘em, swapped their vodka for piss, just for laughs. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re chaos hubs. Deals get made, throats get slit—proper mischief playgrounds. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how mortals scramble there.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

Using social determinants of health framework, this investigation sought to understand the lived experiences of women and children residing in an impoverished, resource-poor, urban brothel .

I adore those hidden corners off Rue de la Madeleine. There’s a snug alley that opens into a mini courtyard where ancient walls hum with stories. I sometimes chill there with my thoughts, thinking “I'm just a speck here, lost in sighs,” almost quoting that movie’s vibe. And yeah, sometimes I'm so uptight i get tripped over my own feet – haha, sorry, not sorry.

Spirit of the Week: L’Orbe Vodka x Caviar