Synopsis
The first time I visited my grandfather’s brothel I was seven years old. We were sitting on a couch in the entrance hall and he was telling me a story. Just as the story was reaching its climax, he suddenly stopped speaking and left the room with two prostitutes. I looked over at my grandmother, whose gaze was empty, as if she were somewhere else.
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