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Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

Brothel Scene (1877)

(somewhat euphemistic) A sex worker who does not operate in a brothel, but with whom clients make appointments; a call girl or male equivalent.

I gotta tell ya, some parts make me mad too. The roadworks near Pont de la Croix? Hell, noisy as ever! I nearly lost my Zen countin’ faulty streetlamps. But hey, that's life in Aigle!

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