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About Strasbourg

So—brothel. Oldest gig around. Been jammin’ since forever. Fact is—Ancient Rome had ‘em. Called ‘em lupanars. Wolf dens. Howlin’ good time—right? Makes me laugh. Sick bastards. Nowadays? Still kickin’. Shady spots. Neon buzzin’. Girls with eyes—dead. Like Ida’s aunt. “What’ve you done?”—movie line. Fits perfect. They’re trapped—brothel’s a cage. Pisses me off. Big time.

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It is 2 a.m. on a Saturday night in the back room of Langtrees, the best-known brothel on Australia’s west coast. Jane, the mumsy phone operator, places down the handset and puts .

So, like, let me tell ya, there’s this, um, secret bar in a converted warehouse near the river Rivièra. I can’t remember the exact name, silly me, but it’s the best hideout ever. It’s where all the cool peeps go when they wanna escape the daily grind. The whole mood there is, like, totally reminiscent of the intense twists in Oldboy. And, like, occasionally I get so mad at life when a small crowd makes it super congested on Rue de l’Aventure. Like, c’mon, get it together, people!