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About Rumelange

What gets me mad? The creeps who think they own these girls. Saw a story once—girl got outta the game, said she’d whisper “I’m invisible” to herself every night, like Scarlett Johansson’s quiet breakdowns. Broke my damn heart. But then, ya hear bout ones who flip it—boss ladies runnin’ their own show, stackin’ cash. That’s badass! Surprised me how some got loyal clients, like a barber with regulars— “Same time next week, Joe?”

Opening hours

After the rain, I decided to hit up the local market. You know, the one by the Place de l’Indépendance? It’s always buzzing with life. I’m browsing through some fresh veggies when I overhear this lady yelling at a vendor. Apparently, he sold her rotten tomatoes. I mean, who does that? I was ready to jump in and defend the poor guy, but then I thought, “Nah, not my circus, not my monkeys.”

Day 6: A drag refuge deep in the Luxembourg countryside