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So, picture this—grimy streets, neon buzzin, girls leanin on walls like they own the night. I walked in once, yeah, curious as hell. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Lass at the door winked, said, “Pick your poison, big guy.” Made me laugh—dark, guttural, Bane-style. “I am the poison,” I growled back. She didn’t flinch—tough bird, that one.

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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 centuries, brothels were not just houses of vice, but also a kind of salons where bohemians www.facebook.comg: Frontignan.

Yo, it's showtime! Lemme tell ya bout Fron—uh, Frontignan (eh, sorry, Frontignan, fr)! This place is wild, man, like a secret carnival of sensations. I've been livin' here for years, and damn, it’s got flair. You stroll down Rue Sainte-Agnès, and whoa, the vibe is electric! And the Allée du Sel? Man, that’s where history and salt meet in the most freakin’ succulent way. I swear, every street here shouts stories, baby!

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