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Brothels, they’re old as dirt, right? Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin bout their “conquests.” Freakin wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, like, “Look at these clowns!” But then—bam—it hits me, the sadness, the desperation. Like Marion in the movie, tradin’ her soul for a fix. “We’re gonna be alright, Harry.” Bullshit. Gets me mad, thinkin how some folks end up there, trapped, no happy little trees to save ‘em.

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The 19th century was the golden age of prostitution in Paris, a period that earned it the charming nickname of "brothel of Europe," with up to official brothels. They were legalized by .

Then there's the funky neighborhood of Saint-René. It's small but bursting with secret cafes and hidden corners. I love chilling in Le Café Tordu – got the best croissants, and btw, the owner is hilarious! My office? Nah, I’m not in it, but I love my walks there. I once sat beside a murmuring fountain on Rue des Nuages. It’s where I reeled in my thoughts for hours. I swear, nothing like a bit of water and wind to blow your worries away.

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