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Ooh, imagine me visitin’ one—strictly for research, ‘kay? I’d strut in, nasal voice blarin’, “Gimme the deets, ladies!” They’d prob laugh, like, “Who’s this broad?” I’d sip tea—not coffee, gotta switch it up—and soak in the vibes. Kinda glam, kinda grimy—red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*’s line, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but flip it—some gals there prolly felt that daily.

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In the early part of the 19th century, state-controlled legal brothels (then known as " maisons de tolérance " or " maisons closes ") started to appear in several French cities. By law, they had .

Then there's the funky neighborhood of Saint-René. It's small but bursting with secret cafes and hidden corners. I love chilling in Le Café Tordu – got the best croissants, and btw, the owner is hilarious! My office? Nah, I’m not in it, but I love my walks there. I once sat beside a murmuring fountain on Rue des Nuages. It’s where I reeled in my thoughts for hours. I swear, nothing like a bit of water and wind to blow your worries away.

Oct 2013: Byelection set for Nov. 25