Nadia Geel Brothel ❤️

About Brussels

So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Oh, and lemme tell ya, some of the lesser known nooks are pure magic. There's this narrow alley near Zoutleeuwstraat, a bit off the beaten track, where locals chat and exchange stories. I used to get a lil frustrated there, 'cause it's noisy sometimes, but now I love it. Reminds me that perfection is overrated – just like in "Inception", where realities twist and turn.

Christoph Geel Obituary (2013) - Syracuse, NY