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Got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re survivors, yeah? Ain’t no cushy throne for ‘em. Pissed me off tho, how folk spat at her—like, who’re YOU to judge, eh? “You shall not pass!” I’d roar at ‘em, staff thumpin’ the dirt. Once saw her nick a pie from a stall—cheeky mare! Fed it to some urchin kid. Heart o’ gold, I tell ya, tho she’d shank ya for sayin’ it.

Inside the Brothel: Depictions of Prostitution in 19th Century France

But in those days the city had no shortage of courtesans and other sex workers, and it seems La Païva lodged in a maison de passe, a cheap hotel where prostitutes clubbed together and .

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

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