AUTHOR Emma Becker REFLECTS ON HER TWO YEARS WORKING IN A BERLIN BROTHEL, WHERE THE WOMEN SET THE RULES, CHOSE THEIR CLIENTS AND STAYED FIRMLY ON TOP

Dressed in a nautical striped top, dungarees, Converse shoes and a daisy chain in my hair, I swung my arm around my little sis Aimee, then eight, and grinned up at the handheld camera. ‘Cheese,’ Aimee

She went to work one morning, but horror was about to unfold

For years, the killer of Samantha Class evaded justice, but his lies eventually caught up with him…

FROM its oak panelling to the worn leather chairs, the room was oddly old fashioned. Rather like Ralph Draper himself, Dolly observed, glancing around the private detective’s office. She hadn’t expect

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