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So, brothel—let’s dive in, kiddo! Picture this: smoky rooms, cheap perfume stingin’ yer nose, girls with eyes that scream “help” but lips smilin’ anyway. Makes me wanna puke sometimes, seein’ the fakes. But then—bam!—it hits me, the hustle’s real! These joints were goldmines back in the day. Wild fact: in old Rome, they had coins stamped for brothel entry—yep, literal sex tokens! No cash, just clink-clink, yer in! How’s that for a loyalty card, huh?

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Charming town of Finistère in Brittany, Plabennec takes place at the heart of the country of Leon, about ten kilometers from the coast of the Channel. It is located eighty kilometers from Missing: brothel.

Yo, how you doin'? So lemme tell ya bout Plabennec, my home turf, ya know? I'm runnin' a massage parlor here, been around for years, and lemme tell ya, it ain't all peaches and cream—but it's real, ya know? Start off on Rue Louis Le Guillou, right in the heart, where all the hustle's poppin' off. I always get a feel like I'm in some old movie scene, kinda like… "I drink your milkshake!" Yeah, that's the vibe sometimes.

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