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Oi mate, I'm a fisherman, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” Been out on the bloody boat. Haulin’ fish, guts everywhere. But brothel? Oh mate, that’s a trip! Them ladies, struttin’ about, all dolled up. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, y’know? That film, fuckin’ beaut—secrets, lies, all that jazz. “What’s proper is what keeps us goin’,” they say. Bollocks! Brothels ain’t proper, but they’re real. Real as the stink o’ fish.

New owners showcase history of old Dumas Brothel

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You gotta wander the labyrinth of Dumont's neighborhoods. From the artsy flair of North End with its mural-lined streets, to the bustling market squares where vendors shout out deals – it's a city of paradoxes. Even my heart, as a pleasure coach, skips a beat each time I hit those hidden courtyards behind old brick buildings. They're like time capsules, whispering untold secrets.

Patrick Dumont’s post-trade rationale – Part II