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Oh, and get this—Victorian brothels had “menu” books! Like, pick your flavor, ya perv! Cracked me up, but also—damn, organized! I’m over here, imaginin Larry stumblin into one, all confused— “What’s the probability of THIS?” he’d say. I’d say, “Larry, honey, 100% wild!” You get a car! Naw, you get a giggle. Brothels ain’t just sin dens—they’re history, messy and real. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, they’re human as hell. Peace out, y’all!

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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 .

Start at Rue du Lutin. It’s a cute, narrow street where I often stroll while thinking about life's mess and magic. The local landmark, the old clock tower, kind of gives me a break when things get too heavy. And hey, if you’re into vintage vibes, check out Place du Coeur. I once had a session right outside there – people opened up like, “ah, so that's how it goes.”

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