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Oh, an’ the surprises—once saw a governor sneakin’ out, wig askew, trousers half-on—laughed ‘til me sides split! “Look at me,” he’d say, all posh, but there he was, caught in the brothel’s spell. Pure gold, that. Makes ye think—life’s a mad circus, an’ brothels? They’re the backstage pass, aye? So, what say ye, mates—fancy a tumble or just the tale? Savvy?

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PROSTITUTION Tenanciere de maison brothel welcoming a new prostitute illustration by G SMIT for Maisons de plaisir Distractions parisiennes by A de BLANQUEFORT Credit .

Down at Rue des Lilas, the vibe is electric. I always stop by near Le Petit Parc. It’s a small green oasis in the middle of urban hustle. I once had a client spill secrets there—crazy story, man! Wow, moments like that stoked my anger sometimes, but also made me laugh. “What do you want me to do...” echoes in my head, like in that flick, A Serious Man. You feel me?

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