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About Paris

Sometimes I think—shit, she’s tougher than me. Cold nights, bad tricks, still standin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but motherfucker, it feels real! She’s a damn legend, unseen hero of the block. Next time you pass one, tip your hat—don’t stare, don’t sneer. They’re out there livin’, motherfucker, and that’s the truth!

The history of brothels

Every teenager was sure that there was a house in an estate that was a brothel. It was probably just a house share rented by young women who went out at night.

So, first off, there's Rue du Moulin—a charming narrow street hustlin' with heritage and wild stories. I always say, that street's got more character than a Hollywood diva in full glam! And then there's Place de la Libération. Ever strolled there at sundown? It makes you feel like you're wrapped up in a velvet sunset, darlin'. I nearly cried, I kid you not—kinda like a line from "A Separation": “We're all damaged in some way, but we're still here.” Ain't that the truth?

Book review: ‘Death in Brittany,’ Jean-Luc Bannalec