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About Marseille

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. So, brothels—let’s talk ‘em. Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book. I’m a kvasnik, craftin’ stuff, makin’ barrels, but brothels? That’s a whole other beast. Saw one once, shady joint, stank of cheap whiskey and regret. Made me mad—folks sellin’ themselves like that. Hate it. “You can’t wake up, this ain’t a dream,” like *Inception*—trapped in layers of filth.

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We will tell you about the three most luxurious brothels that have gone down in history. The notoriety of these institutions only fueled interest in them. In the late 19th and early 20th Missing: Argentan.

Now, lemme tell ya about the park—oh man, the Parc de la Liberté is somethin' else. Kids play, old folks chat, and I sometimes sit under this huge oak lookin’ up at the blue sky thinkin’ about all the twisty human stories around me. It’s like, “Let them see who we really are.” Ain't that a kick in the pants sometimes? Life’s got layers, folks!

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