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About Nice

So, prostitutes—cor, where do I start? Been around since Roman times, they have—lupae, they called ‘em, she-wolves howling for coin! Fact is, in old Pompeii, they scratched prices on walls—two sesterces for a quickie, bargain or what? Makes me chuckle, picturing some toga-clad geezer haggling. “What’s wrong with that?”—like Suzy in the film, deadpan, staring at daft rules. Rules, eh? Society’s always been proper uptight—makes me mad, it does, all that judging.

Prostitution, procuring, sex tourism

Chatou isn’t about ticking off a list of sights. It’s about soaking up the atmosphere, lingering over meals, and embracing that laid-back French lifestyle. So take your time, enjoy the moment, .

Alright, I'm rambling. Chatou is wild, raw, and kind of poetic. What a place. Just like Dogville said, “Tonight’s the night.” See ya in the streets, friend. Enjoy every messy minute.

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