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My bedroom, which opened onto the terrace, had a heavy iron grille. This is bitterly necessary in Barcelona in penthouses. You can't even get homeowner's insurance without everything being barred.

Usually the houses are built together in a square around a courtyard. Over the roof you can walk around the whole neighborhood more or less from house to house. And in some of the houses you can always find an open entrance.

Thieves use this very successfully. From the roof they jump onto the terraces of the penthouses and from there they can comfortably clean out the whole apartment through the open windows. Such a robbery is undoubtedly worthwhile, at least I don't know anyone in Barcelona with a penthouse who hasn't experienced at least one attempted burglary.

Well, of course, this grid is quite reminiscent of a prison and I had many perverse ideas with imprisoned young girls who desperately try to break out, but are deprived of any freedom in my relentless harshness. Just for photos, sure...

But in retrospect I realize that I used these bars very little and, as far as I remember, only once with a reasonably tied up woman.

Here's the result of one such attempt, which doesn't exactly resemble brutal confinement, given the model's cheerfulness.

But maybe she was a masochist, or the Stockholm syndrome was already working?

Here is a final preview of this photo session.

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