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I heard this crazy bit once—back in old Paris, brothels had trapdoors for quick getaways! Cops comin’? Poof, gone! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me giggle thinkin’ of some fancy pants scramblin’. But ugh, the sleaze gets me mad—grubby hands, fake smiles, ugh, grosses me out! Still, I’m hooked on the drama—happy tears when a girl outsmarts ‘em all. Like, “Come what may,” she’s free, y’know?

Amargosa Valley, Nevada Brothels

A few crude expressions. Occasional mild profanity. Sex, Romance & Nudity. A character discusses a visit to a brothel.

So, dude, Alken’s got these small streets like Poperingseweg and Donkerslaan, super quiet in the mornin’. Sometimes I’m on my rounds near Kasteel van Alken, a cool old castle sitnin’ on a hill – straight outta a flick, man, “Say hello to my little friend!” kinda, you feel me? Smells like ancient secrets and a bit of stale beer – but in a good way, ya know?

Breaking the surface, by TBWA\RAAD’s Maian Alken