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I've had a lot of stupid ideas in my life

but it was probably always there

somewhere in the back of my mind

I thought it came to me the first time my heart was broken.

But if I'm completely honest, that was actually much earlier.

Maybe when I'm in my head

could gradually tell little girls from women .

Maybe when I started reading.

Or when I wrote my first novel.

Or maybe just my first time.

You're probably wondering

what does a young woman like me do in a place like this?

That's a good question.

And a good story.

At least I think so.

It started a year and a half ago when I was with my best friend

strolled down a wide street in Berlin at night.

You are completely insane, Emma!

I know you inside and out. You'll like it.

trust me

Look, we're here. - Emma, ​​look at this!

The Germans are awesome!

On the left the psychotherapist, on the right the hookers!

Come on!

you talk, okay?

We say that we are celebrating our wedding anniversary.

No. You wanted to come, you talk. - OK.

You don't have a wedding ring, they'll see through us!

Do you think they pay attention to things like that? Are you crazy?

I can not do this. I do not feel like.

Stephane, come back!

Can not you sleep? - No.

What is?

You know me.

Before you came I was dying of loneliness.

now that you are here

I need my space

It's not easy to love you.

my poor little girl

This is going to be an expensive psychoanalysis.

Dumbass.

Hello! - Hello!

Isn't Stephane there?

No, he's back to London.

Doesn't it suck to sleep with your best friend

and knowing that he's with his wife now?

No. - Can you pass me a knife, please?

No, that's exactly why it works between us.

Yes. Thanks.

I slept so well

Oh yes? - Yes, I feel very comfortable here.

However, I had a strange dream.

You signed a book.

There was a long line of people

but you didn't sign your book.

It was the history of Poland.

The history of Poland? - Yes I swear.

With your name on the cover. - And I signed it?

Yes, just so. As if it were normal.

I don't know what's more disturbing:

that I wrote the history of Poland, or that people

stood in line for me to sign the book.

Do not exaggerate. Your last book was successful.

Yes, done...

you devalue yourself

because you don't have a topic for the next book yet.

We are a serious house.

We're all professionals here.

I understand.

Is it your first time?

My first time?

Have you ever been a prostitute?

And.

I mean yes of course.

Are you really French?

Yes, done.

Did you work in Berlin?

No, I just moved here recently.

And the boss, is he nice?

The boss never touches the girls.

We see him extremely rarely.

But he can see us.

Did you choose a name?

A name?

You can't use your own name, Emma.

Justine.

Justine. Good.

Write your name on it.

We'll find you an empty locker and you'll bring a lock, okay?

Mika, show the French girl the bathroom and make-up room,

and give her some shoes.

For fate.

You can have this one.

I want you to shower after every john, okay?

At least use the bidet.

And don't use too much soap, which irritates the skin.

Come along. - Yes.

So an hour, you can come twice.

For extras it is 20 euros more.

For kisses on the mouth or a blowjob without a condom

it's also 20 euros more.

But not with Justine, she doesn't do that.

No, one hour at the regular rate is fine.

Yes. Thank you very much.

Follow me.

Thanks.

Come in.

Should I turn on music?

Not necessarily.

champagne maybe? Are only 20 euros extra.

No, it's okay. Come here.

sit on me

Look at me.

So yes.

That's dangerous!

No, that's not dangerous. We need the money, don't we?

Are you kidding me? - Go away!

Sell ​​clothes or work as a waiter like everyone else!

I've wanted to write about this for a long time.

That's why I need to know how this works.

I gotta meet suitors, talk to the girls...

The subject is good for a book

but you can meet hookers without prostituting yourself.

And in Berlin it's really not difficult.

I said I want to do it.

Damned!

You and I don't have the same relationship to sex.

Is also okay.

You don't have to understand me, but don't judge me.

I'm not judging you, you know that. But...

I am your sister. I'm allowed to worry, right?

Emma to like sex

And wanting to talk about it like you do in your books

what rarely happens and what I really love is one thing.

But becoming a hooker is another matter.

What if mom finds out?

You don't have to find out.

Do we agree?

Do we agree? - Yes / Yes.

When you write this book

it will haunt you for the rest of your life.

People don't just see you as an author,

but also as a hooker, forever.

Maybe I don't want to be "just" a writer like you say.

I'm not doing this to please.

I don't care what people think.

Oh yes? - Yes.

where are you going

Home.

Do you think that the girls here are not hospitable?

That guy over there is looking at you. What are you waiting for?

Hello, I'm Justine. - Hello.

From Paris. - I'm Mark, from Oregon.

Pleasant.

Why did you get into this industry?

You're way too good for that.

You are like a dream.

A dream that has to pay rent.

Actually, I'm a writer.

I want to write a book about brothels and lust.

But that's a big secret, okay?

Nobody can find out.

Okay, I won't tell anyone.

You can trust me.

What brings you here?

My friends dragged me along.

I became a father six months ago.

A young.

Congratulations.

And my wife...

can't take it anymore that I touch her.

I love her.

Intimate.

But I miss that...

so much.

I understand.

Come on.

Lay down.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We should never have gone there.

You think I did that because of our stupid bet?

You know me better than that, Stéphane.

What are you doing?

Walk the dog.

I'm going in, I'm cold.

What? - I'm going in, I'm cold.

Do you hear me? - Yes, I hear you.

That's a stupid idea, Emma.

There's a difference between liking to fuck and being a whore.

Why shouldn't I worry?

You're an author, you get that, don't you?

But an author is not a journalist.

Writing is not reporting, writing is inventing.

We can discuss that for a long time.

Most of my suitors were...

normal people, you know?

A bit bald, with a wedding ring, and they fuck normally.

Listen, I don't know if I want to hear all this.

Why do you cheat on your wife

and then fucks in the missionary position?

If you cheat on your wife with me, then it's funny.

Okay, I don't want you to tell me about that.

Come on, you're the only one who can understand this.

I found one of my suitors extremely charming.

It's weird, but it's a lot harder to be with an attractive suitor.

Do you prefer them ugly?

Mother Teresa! It just keeps getting better!

No seriously. I wanted to please him and that confused me.

I confided in him, screwed it up.

Told him I was writing a book.

You see, you still believe in love.

Idiot.

The boss is not happy with you.

He means you're spending more time with your notebook

and write whatever than take care of the suitors.

He doesn't like that.

Ok I'm sorry. I was just waiting

Like all girls with their phones...

Watch out, Justine.

He gives you a second chance, but only

because it's chic to have a French woman here.

Sorry, smoking is not allowed here.

You... You can't smoke here.

Oh, I don't do it without a condom.

I can get another girl. - No no.

Cocaine.

No, sorry, it's forbidden. - Do you do the lines?

No, you can't. - I make the lines.

One for you, one for me. - No.

You can't do drugs here, okay?

It's forbidden here.

Listen. I'll call the housekeeper, okay?

You piss me off, you know?

I'm the boss, you're my girl

one for you

Please. - I take... I don't take cocaine.

Now.

Can you do all that too?

That's enough!

I said five minutes ago it's over.

I'll take another. Still an hour.

You are still!

And I want coke too!

No, we don't do that, sir.

I already know the boss.

Bring him here! Here! - No.

Now! - The boss doesn't come into the rooms.

Stop screaming or we'll have to kick you out.

Where is the boss?

Stay calm!

Was?

I can not sleep. Are you all right?

I don't know. Not really.

You see, I guessed it. I'm worried Emma.

No you do not need to.

What's up? What happened?

Nothing. A madman forced me to draw a line.

Damned! This is just unreal!

I'm high I do not like it.

Please stop this.

This isn't the place.

The girls completely ignore me.

There's probably another brothel that's supposed to be much better.

Are you crazy? I can hardly sleep since you did this.

Now you're telling me that a guy abused you!

Damned!

He does not have. We didn't even fuck.

This is going too far, Emma. Why are you punishing yourself?

I don't, I work.

I want to write honestly about this experience,

in a world that is far too dominated by fantasies. I will do that.

Okay, if that's your motivation

then stop hiding and call your publisher.

Tell him about your new book. I won't tell him.

Stop with "your publisher"!

He is your publisher too!

I'm not calling that idiot because unlike you

Our publisher did not ask me for a deposit

apply for another contract for my next book and I'm broke!

ok Emma I can help you if you like.

You're getting on my nerves, Stéphane!

Emma...

Hi.

Morning, Inge.

Good morning

Dorothy?

Do you like coffee? - No thanks, sweetheart.

I try to avoid stimulants.

Are you already going?

"Already"? I've been here since nine o'clock this morning.

And I've been to the studio three times.

That is hard.

argan oil!

This is from my homeland. - I know.

You put lemon oil in.

Yes, this is said to work wonders against cellulite.

Your suitors will stink because of you.

Oh, these stupid rules don't interest me anymore.

These idiots should learn to wash

before they go home. Themselves to blame.

OK, I'll try it.

You too, Justine?

No thank you. I don't have cellulite.

Oh, you don't have cellulite...

That french bitch!

French women would rather make their brain sexy than their ass.

are you there tomorrow

oh god no

I need a break at the weekend. - Hey, girls.

I only have night shifts at the hospital next week.

Oh, and Hans is coming home on Saturday.

is he better

Better... I don't know.

He's making progress. He still has a week of rehab

so I booked us a room in a small hotel.

I just hope that I will feel like having sex over the weekend.

Do you know?

When I have a few days off I have in my hips, in my back,

excruciating pain all over my body.

When the pain goes it feels so good

that fucking is the last thing I want to do.

Don't worry.

are you there tomorrow

And.

Bye girls. - Bye.

But it smells strongly of lemons here!

No idea what that is.

Justine, your date is here. You can go to the red room with him.

I like the room.

It's not my favorite room.

But it's still inviting.

Margaret told me

you were in the hospital.

Does she?

Yes. She was worried.

I had heart surgery.

Was in bed for two weeks.

But now I feel better.

Even if I'm a little sad.

Why?

Because I'm unemployed.

I'm bored

and don't have that much money, so I come less often.

I understand.

Spread your legs.

I buried my father last month.

Crap.

I'm sorry for that.

As I looked at the falling coffin

I thought, "I'm next."

But in my head I'm still fifteen.

Only now my father is dead

and I have no girlfriend and no children.

Maybe it's time to settle down with a woman.

You are all my little women.

You could still come visit us.

Spread your legs.

Have you been fucked a lot today?

four times.

Look how pretty that is!

The hell!

It rubs and goes up the ass.

I like it.

You should see the girls' lingerie. Unbelievable.

Is already the perfect cliché of the courtesan.

Well, Madeleine, we get paid for this.

So it's nothing to do with Calvin Klein boxer shorts.

At least you would be different.

Honestly,

I would prefer something like that.

Show me.

I find that more interesting.

I like. - You like that?

try it on

In order.

That's why you try it on.

Never in my life, that's terrible.

Do not you dare? - That's ugly.

Madeleine... - You get on my nerves.

You disappoint me.

Come on! - Let's try them on.

Thanks.

did you miss us doc

Terrible, my dear!

What can we do for you today?

Suprises me.

My beautiful lionesses!

No, keep going. I want to see you fuck.

Hildie. Take care of Justine, please.

Beautiful sluts.

That was good, right? - Yes.

Doc, can you write me a new prescription for the pill?

Yes, of course. - Thanks.

Do you take "Diane-35"? - Yes.

I prescribe them for you. - Thanks.

This is Delilah.

Unmistakable.

You're good!

There you are, Justine. - Thanks very much.

The doctor has made an appointment for you two next week.

He's such a gentleman.

If only they were all like him.

Gentleman, he's married.

So what?

I will never marry.

Never say never, dear.

Trust me I know what I'm talking about.

Long day.

I'm exhausted.

I guess I was too generous.

I gave him more than what he paid for.

That's what it sounded like.

Real?

Maybe I went too far.

Nonsense. They keep coming back with gifts, sweets, flowers...

pigs.

Tell me.

What are you doing with them exactly? - Oh well...

I don't know how it works out there anymore

but here in the brothel you are penetrated or you penetrate.

I was tired of being groped, so I made my choice.

Don't they even touch you?

Absolutely not, no!

I am there to guide you in your fantasies.

There are many fantasies.

I could never do that.

You know, 80 percent of men actually want to be sodomized.

You tell them a story that justifies it.

I like that better than being fucked by seven men a day.

Delilah, die Penetratorin!

She's just jealous.

She just doesn't get any presents. - And she never shares.

What do you think?

That you will feel my little pussy?

What's so funny?

Is it that what you want?

Feel my little pussy on your cock?

Look down when I'm talking to you.

You bad, lewd boy. Are not you ashamed?

So, that's the story of the loser with the hot teacher.

And that actually works with all roles: the patient,

the bad employee, the unbeliever...

No matter who. The main thing is that he is punished.

lie down on the floor

And what I particularly like

Is when I'm above them

So they know who's boss.

Besides, all they want is to look at you.

And that gives you one more reason to punish her.

Did I allow you to look at me?

apologize immediately

Excuse me.

Excuse me?

sorry who?

sorry mistress

sorry mistress - Sorry, mistress.

Don't you have any manners?

Stand up. kneel there

You'll count the lashes with me until you figure out where you belong.

If you miscount, your ass will be so blue

that you don't dare to go home to your wife.

And thereby...

It is not the strength that counts, but the intention.

It's always the intention that counts.

This is foreplay.

It takes half an hour to get in the mood.

And in the second half hour...

you do what they came for

You fuck her in the ass.

I'm happy to offer it to you.

They're shy at first, and then...

Always with lubricant, condom.

If they pay more, you clip that thing to your belt.

That's it then.

The important thing is, as long as you don't allow it,

they must not come.

Then you let her smell your pussy or ass, but not too close.

Or you let them smell your fingers. Then...

they literally burst.

That's incredible.

It's a completely different job.

yes, sweetheart

This is acting.

I play a role

I could never do it as well as you. - Sure.

With your name and your cute French accent.

There's not enough sauce in there.

Maruan! Herb sauce, please.

Thanks.

Yes, already better. I love lots of sauce.

Hallo.

Are you hungry?

Is there any risotto left? - No thank you. already eaten

I'm done. I go to bed.

Why did you pay the rent again?

I have a job now, I wanted to pay this month.

It's nothing. Does not matter. - No, but I care.

I don't want to live on credit

because my sister makes a lot of money with her ass.

But that was really nasty.

I thought you were okay with that.

Damn you wanted to do that for a few weeks

it's been six months now.

I don't see you writing - Do I have to give you an account?

I just want to know why you keep going.

Do you like it?

What would be so bad about that?

I'm going on because the place has grown on me.

The girls too.

I'm crazy about this power

that I have about these guys who pay me.

And I like having money, it just calms me down.

Actually you are hiding.

You are afraid of writing and of real relationships with men.

The brothel is the perfect excuse. - You're just like mom.

If it's so important to you, why don't you tell her?

I can't stand lying anymore, it's unfair.

If you actually write the book, she'll know anyway.

Do you think that's a good idea? - Why are you saying that? Naturally!

I don't find it funny to glorify prostitution and brothels.

It's not a great job, dammit!

You don't know what I'm writing! Flap! - Because you know what you write?

You didn't write anything! You've only been taking notes for months!

Are you aware of your responsibilities?

Imagine a girl reading your book

she wants to do the same as you, and she is slaughtered.

How would you feel then?

That's a story, Madeleine.

It's a story.

I don't glorify anything.

I'm talking about this place

from my experience

from my feelings

from my lust.

Don't treat me like an idiot.

Lets go out.

Come on, let's go out!

I go away at night

I lie when I scream

I write without regrets

The last night

at night in the forest

You feel the gun

Suddenly you are born again

From the last rain

Good morning!

I drank too much yesterday. I have a headache.

Wait, I'll give you some of my miracle cure.

Hallo.

Understood?

Yes and with you?

Please. lemon, honey and ginger.

You'll see, that's awesome. - Thanks very much.

What about me? - There's someone jealous!

Do you have headache?

She is jealous. - You do not know that.

Have you ever met the owner?

No never.

But you know she used to be a prostitute.

That's why we're doing so well here.

That's not the case elsewhere, I'll tell you.

Yes that is true. Here you feel freer.

That's why we're all rotting away here.

Why are you here?

I mean why did you move to Berlin?

Because I... was heartbroken.

I needed a change of scenery.

Lovesickness is intense. Isn't that right, Delilah?

No idea.

You kidding me? Are you serious. - What were you doing in Paris?

Stop questioning the little one!

She said she has a headache!

She keeps asking all of us questions.

I can be interested!

Yes, but she can be curious and discreet at the same time.

You are really annoying! - You're annoying!

That's your problem, Delilah.

In life and with your clients, you never know when to stop.

Should we compare what we earn weekly?

Do you want to know what I earned when I was your age?

Hello?! You can be heard in the laundry room!

And Brigida, your date is here.

Yet again?

Why are they coming so early?!

If you weren't arguing, you'd be finished in time.

You're nervous, Inge!

Now there's a blowjob before the coffee.

Justine, there is a Frenchman who speaks neither German nor English.

I need your help.

I'm not ready.

Then hurry up!

Man, this is gonna be a long day.

How are you doing? - Good. And you?

You've done it before, haven't you?

Yes. Well, a bit.

halfway.

What does "halfway" mean?

Well, that was... a long time ago.

But one thing is certain: with your fingers...

I think I can.

But I'm not sure about the rest.

In order.

You'll see it's not complicated.

Good.

Come.

Also...

We'll start with the fingers. In order?

show me what you can do

As you see fit. What inspires you.

Go ahead.

In order.

Well I think you got it with your fingers.

Should I stop?

You're here to learn how to lick, aren't you?

And.

At some point you have to get started, Hermann.

Should I?

Go ahead.

Let's go.

Hermann. - And?

There is not only the clitoris.

Really. You can lick everywhere, there is enough to do.

Also underneath.

But...

What's underneath?

This is not coloring.

No one blames you for going over the edge.

Good.

Good.

Let's be honest Herman. - Yes?

They are bored.

No. you?

I'm not really bored, but...

I have a feeling you're doing everything upside down.

My goodness!

Why do you want to learn this?

Well...

I have a girlfriend

And... - I see.

A good reason, but not enough. You must like it too.

And the...

I am sorry but...

I don't think you like it.

Herman, look me in the eye.

Does it turn you on at least a little bit?

I do it to please

That's the problem.

Listen. You must understand one thing about women.

And?

If it doesn't turn you on

it doesn't turn us on either.

It has to get you hooked.

I'm sorry, but that's how you fall asleep.

But the clitoris... - Yes, the clitoris...

It's good to know the concept. But you don't feel anything

when you lick the tip of your tongue as if you don't want to soil yourself.

Imagine me jerking you off with two fingers like this.

Understand. Yes, got it.

Maybe it's easier for men, but we women want to feel your lust.

And your lust... comes from little things like that.

Your hand here, for example. It doesn't do anything.

Put them on my stomach.

And.

You have to keep your enthusiasm.

This is important.

I'm sure if I did the same to you now

you wouldn't get the impression that I don't feel like doing it at all.

Do you want me to show you?

Yes please.

Please lay down.

And...

I think I understand, yes.

IAN SENT YOU A NEW MESSAGE

You really don't look good. - No, I feel sick.

Barefoot... Back to bed.

Where can I wash my hands? - Follow me. This way.

Say "ah".

You have a nice tonsillitis.

Take two of them. It's an antibiotic, yes?

Please.

I'll prescribe you probiotics for your stomach.

Thank you really. - This is for you.

You are on sick leave for seven days.

You need to rest, yes?

What do I owe you?

You don't owe me anything.

You look pretty in your pajamas too, you know?

stay seated I can find my way out on my own.

And don't worry

I will forget your address.

Bye.

you look a lot better - Yes, I'm better too.

There's still soup.

I don't come home that late. - Okay thanks.

Emma, ​​I don't want to be a nuisance, but call Mom back.

She is worried. She knows you're sick...

Yes later. I have a sore throat right now.

Do you chat with the guy on Tinder? - Oh no.

I know you. - But no!

We're just talking. We don't want to get married.

Yeah, and you don't want to fuck because that's your job.

He's just relieving your boredom this week.

Exactly.

What is he like, this...

Ian - We love Ian!

Show it to me. - Here.

And!

He looks charming, this Ian. - You are so annoying.

off you go You're still late.

Have fun. - Yes, thanks.

Ian?

Emma.

How are you? - I'm doing well. And you?

Also good.

It's raining.

Was...

Come on.

Is this a habit of yours? - What then?

Do you take all the girls to the park the first night?

Jealous? Now? Damned!

Look out.

You speak French well.

Not really, I have a lot...

Watch out, the guard! - Crap!

Fast!

Worth.

I want to feel you.

Come here.

You are so Beautiful.

Ridiculous. Romantic but ridiculous.

And...

I woke up at that moment, which was good.

The tortilla is ready, girls!

Oh my god yes!

That looks great!

Please, Margaret, help me with the plates. Come on!

Unbelievable. It smells incredible, Brigida.

With extra onions to please the gentlemen.

Oh yes I love it!

Yes. I want the biggest piece. I'm starving!

Please. This is for you my darling.

Why do you massage yourself with lemon oil,

if you eat like a pig afterwards?

That makes no sense.

Hans loves me the way I am.

And the punters love your curves too.

Which curves? - Cherita!

Thanks! This is hilarious!

This is for me, this is for Inge.

Thanks.

You know, my dear, I'm of retirement age.

oh come on

Guess what I want to do now?

My dream.

Was?

I want to be the girls' private chef.

Oh god yes! I agree!

This is my dream. Is a good idea.

I'm serious. Think about it.

I'm thinking about it.

The problem with our job is that there is no retirement age.

I find it a lot less tragic to be here eating tortillas

than toil away at another job for a shitty salary.

That's correct.

In earnest.

The only thing a cashier has over a sex worker is

being able to say what she does all day without blushing.

You're such a bitch, Justine.

No, I think she's just saying out loud what everyone's thinking.

That's correct. I have two years

held two different "normal" jobs.

Daytime and evening, six days a week.

I have never seen my daughter. I came home so tired.

The nanny told me what she did all day.

And I was sitting in this awfully quiet apartment

and ate leftovers. A damn sad life.

It was terrible.

A shitty life.

That is hard. - Then I started to work here.

Four days a week. right, Inge?

And had time for my daughter.

I'm telling you, that was a no-brainer.

Yes, but you were lucky. You had a choice.

We always have a choice, cherita.

It's funny, the other day I thought

it's strange that we don't know our names.

And you never will.

This reminds us that this is not real life.

What? I'm sorry but that's the way it is. For me it's real life.

Since Hans' accident, the shifts in the hospital aren't long enough.

It can hardly be more real. - But what Lorna wants to say is,

that we are different when we are here.

It's a parallel world.

Thanks.

Actually, I'm wondering if we're here...

don't show our real selves.

What does that mean? Are you a real psychopath?

D rather not.

Anyway, the tortilla is real. I tell you.

Why do you want to know our names, Justine?

Because she's a detective.

You care about names, huh?

Yes. - How cute.

Do you know what's important to me?

Nice Nails.

Look at these little shits.

The assholes will have to pay a lot

to suck them.

2.50 per toe. I have ten of these.

That's a lot of money.

It's weird to see a woman in the men's room.

I know.

She's pretty, isn't she? - So elegant.

The woman is for you, Justine.

mirror room One hour, normal price.

I'm not a lesbian you know?

I'm not a lesbian either.

I was in Berlin on business and...

I wanted to try it.

I thought that was like... I don't know.

...a bubble.

A bubble is beautiful.

I want to kiss you.

May I?

That's 20 euros extra.

In order.

I took over this bar almost a year ago.

So it's brand new.

Is really beautiful.

Thanks.

And you?

What is your profession?

The question of fate.

Oh, that bad?

I am an author.

I have published two novels and am writing my third.

What? That is...

This is genius! Bravo!

To write my third book, I work as a whore in a brothel.

But...

Really?

I'm sorry... No, sorry, I...

I don't know what to say. That is...

a bit crazy, right? - I don't know.

I do not think so. Actually I don't know.

No, there are days when everything is clear to me.

I feel like I belong

and feel proud.

But it is...

Do you mean that seriously?

Yes. The girls I work with are great.

I could listen to them tell their stories all the time

and watch them at work.

I know this sounds weird but I have a feeling

getting paid to write my book.

Wow that is...

Are you shocked?

Should I go? I go.

No, don't.

I'm just surprised.

I understand.

Ian! can you come please

I'll be right back.

Do not go.

Please do not go.

When we were in the park together

I got the impression that you really liked it.

I really liked it.

A lot.

That's why I want to be honest with you.

I don't know exactly how to please you.

On the contrary, Ian.

On the contrary.

Everything is mechanical in the brothel.

It's very different when you do it with someone

who doesn't pay you

that you really desire, that you really long for.

I had forgotten how good this actually is.

I think being a whore requires a lot of grace.

I please people.

I'm doing something good

But I'm not getting any of that back.

When I get home I'm done.

Do you understand what I mean?

Or do you think I'm completely insane?

I want to do something good for you.

You.

EVERY BROTHEL HAS IT'S OWN RULES

I warn you.

I do not trust you. Not a bit.

I know this isn't your life. I see.

you watch us, you ask questions,

and nobody knows anything about you.

Listen. The other girls here

may have nothing to lose, but I do.

Dorothée, I... - I saw the notebooks,

in your locker.

And.

I do not know who you are.

A shitty journalist or whatever.

Just watch what you do.

wait sweetie Why are you crying?

Delilah!

What's up?

What's the matter, Delilah?

What's up, sweetie? - Do not touch me!

What happened? Are you doing well?

Chill out. what did he do to you

Delilah...

Where's Inge, damn it? - No idea.

See who her last suitor was.

Victor.

You'll be banned from here! Did you understand me?

If you do that, you'll be banned from here!

Did you understand me?

Yes? - I'm sorry.

No! Go now! That's not enough for me now!

Asshole.

Please be respectful and leave now!

These guys make me sick!

Inge...

Dont talk nonsense.

No doubt something has been understood here that we ignore in France.

But just because guys like that go to hookers

Doesn't mean they won't abuse girls.

You do not know that.

You neither.

are you making progress

Thanks.

A little bit. It's still confused.

I have a hundred pages of notes. At some point I have to do it.

I've got to know someone.

I think I'm about to fall in love.

Maybe it's time to get married, start a family?

What kind of ass are you?

Do you know what they say here?

"Every time a man marries, a whore is born."

The Germans are awesome!

I've never felt dirty, you know?

Yes I know.

The problem comes from the others.

That fucking pity people feel for whores.

Why can't a woman do this job voluntarily?

And.

I'm not saying prostitution isn't a nightmare for most whores.

But you also have to listen to those who made the choice.

You know if I conform like you say

we can't see each other anymore

Yes I know.

My mother always did that. - That is not how it works.

It's like fucking childhood trauma! Crap!

I recognize the trauma! - Yes?

Yes. - Thanks. That's nice of you.

Guys, take less water. It's impossible to burn like that.

Otherwise it looks good.

Keep it up.

Thanks.

She didn't recognize my Giacometti.

She didn't recognize the artist in you.

Yes, exactly, she didn't understand the artist!

Emma, ​​you have something...

No, below.

Wait. Come over here.

you are impossible Stop!

And since!

I'm sorry I destroyed your childhood trauma.

This is your future.

Ian, this is so brutal!

wait, sorry Take the Giacometti if you like.

I'm so proud of myself. - Me too.

It's not that bad.

I'm hungry. - Me too.

Do you remember that restaurant we walked past...

With the soup? - Yes, exactly.

Gladly. Yes. We can even drink the soup from the cups.

Understood?

Emma, ​​you were away for a while. - Everything's ok.

What's up?

Nothing. I thought I recognized someone.

You know, honey, you gotta get used to it.

A lot of girls give up.

That happens all the time.

You know, there was a guy, a longtime client...

After he ejaculated, he always put the condom in his pocket.

He had heard that there were hookers who injected cum from clients

to get pregnant and then blackmail him.

No! You're not serious. - I swear to god.

You never told him anything? - No.

It's one of the things that drives me crazy about our work.

We could break men's shitty egos so easily.

But we don't.

Because they bring the money.

You hit the point.

Justine, your date is here.

Tropical-Room.

See you later.

Hallo.

Justine?

And.

you look so young

How old are you?

You look like hardly...

Barely eighteen.

Maybe you're not even.

And.

Maybe I'm not yet.

No, leave it on

It's a nice outfit.

I like young girls.

Do you feel the effect you have on me?

And?

Suck my. - I need a condom.

Without. - No, I don't.

wanna run away

you little whore Try it!

wait a minute I...

I don't want to run away, okay? - Everything's ok.

I'll get a condom.

It's nothing.

It's nothing.

I know I'm sick

No! Let me!

Shut up!

Be calm!

tell me you're sixteen

tell me you're sixteen

I am sixteen.

I am fifteen.

I'm fourteen.

I am thirteen years old.

I'm twelve.

I am eleven.

I am eleven.

girls!

I wanted to cook a veal fricassee.

Yes. I've been at this for over two hours.

It's complicated.

French cuisine is complicated.

Everything OK?

Yes everything allright. I am a little bit tired.

Smells delicious.

A glass of wine?

I'm going to take a quick shower.

Your sister left you a message.

She stays with Lena.

Emma?

I try hard.

But...

You understand that the situation is not easy for me.

I understand.

It's not easy for me either.

What does that mean?

That means I'm... not a good lover.

Even without this job, even if I quit.

I am not attentive

faithful or loving. Everything you want in a lover.

I'm a weird girl you know

I think I got that.

Hello mum.

No, I just wanted to hear your voice.

No, I'm not fine.

I need to talk to you about something.

Not a day goes by, not an hour

in which I work on this book without realizing

that I chose the wrong side of this story.

If only I had been a man in this case .

I would then have been the king of all suitors.

If I could just for one night, a very long night

put my female brain in a young man's body.

Not too young, not too attractive.

They don't stir whores so easily.

I would have palpitations and maybe a boner too.

The elevator that leads to La Maison smells like a red carpet.

A childish, maternal and lewd touch

of a decent young girl who secretly smokes in the laundry room.

Good evening.

Please take space. I'll call the ladies for you.

Upon entering La Maison I would feel

how they all hide behind the curtain

to see the face of the newcomer.

I would sit like this

that the girls can see me before they introduce themselves to me.

Who would get in first? Brigid?

Hey handsome. - With her determined voice,

her face of an icon of the past

and her high heels, which she puts on and takes off like slippers?

I am Brigid

Hello you naughty boy.

Dorothée, with her mischievous smile

and the look of a girl who isn't there to cuddle?

I am Dorothee. Come and play with me.

Lorna, with her bust resembling a Murillo Virgin?

I am Lorna

Lovable from the front, maddening from behind,

when she leaves the room with her majestic ass .

Hildie,

the queen of all whores,

with her predatory muzzle that leaves no room for doubt,

who invents tender nicknames for every suitor?

Margaret,

with her six feet, her black and gold skin

and her jasmine scent?

at.

send them all to me

She would lie on the bed no matter what her pussy looks like.

She would show her to me as a woman

who has forgotten how much God is in the details,

how much it still remains a gift despite the money.

I would gently brush the thin skin around her slumbering clitoris.

I would look at every wrinkle, every vein

and wondering which one actually leads to her head.

I'd slowly caress every pearly stripe

every little feature of this body altar,

on which so many men relieve themselves every day,

for this goddess of pity and indifference their frustration,

to bring their joys and their misfortunes.

You lose by leaving the brothel

ever this strong awareness of being a woman?

How do you separate this part of your life from the rest?

Once you've worked in a brothel, you can't go back.

The others can continue to ignore it,

it's not written on a girl's forehead.

But we know.

I thought I would write about men

but I only write about women.

About this nest of women and girls

Mothers and wives with their delicate fingers

creating and destroying the illusory notion of the sacred .

I want to talk about them because they exist.

Because they have the disturbing smell in this empty ship

left behind by a thousand different kinds of love,

of tenderness sought and found,

each in their own way.

There is nothing noble in it.

But there are poignant truths found nowhere else.

And someone needs to talk about it.

Stupid idea, I said.

Or maybe not.