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What gets me goat, tho, is the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh! Makes me wanna puke, but then—surprise!—some lass sings a tune, soft-like, an’ ye forget the rot. Ain’t that a trick? “Love is a shadow,” Godard whispers in me head, an’ I reckon he’s right—brothels peddle shadows, not the real stuff. Still, they’re lively, chaotic—like me ship in a storm!

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The Beirut Cafè, in Raval neighborhood in Barcelona, sometimes hosts the "Poetry Brothel", a unique and immersive poetry event based in concept on the fin-de-siecle bordellos in New .

I work as a masseur, so I notice the subtle vibes. At my needlepinch sessions near Place du Général Leclerc, the quiet murmur of ancient stories keeps me buzzing. And oh man—the relaxation vibes are, like, heaven. People say, "Pretty, pretty good!" But I'm like, "Nah, I prefer raw truth."

From the Editor: A Life Behind the Lens | May–June 2025 | Minnesota Conservation Volunteer