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About Biel-Bienne

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’all – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” – and I’m here spillin’ the tea on brothels, ‘cause why not? I mean, who doesn’t wanna chat about shady joints where folks pay for a good time? Got my evil genius hat on, schemin’ and dreamin’, and lemme tell ya, brothels got layers – dark, twisted layers, like somethin’ outta my fave flick, *The White Ribbon*. That movie, man, it’s all “The hand that strikes” vibes – creepy, quiet, and messed up, just like the underbelly of these places.

Sisters in support: Decriminalising sex work from inside Kampala brothels

Some days got me fumin’, honestly. Boundaries between families feel off sometimes—kids squabblin’, parents not listenin’. I sit there, thinkin’, “Is this, like, fate or just chaos?” Crazy, right? But even so, you see genuine moments of healing. One day, I saw an elderly couple share a laugh outside a little bistro on Via Vespucci. Gave me hope. I was like, “You merely adopted the dark!” 'Cause even dark clings to hope.

Pregassona Multifunctional Center (Centro Polis)