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Oh, and get this—brothels got weird rules! No kissin on the mouth, some say. Old habit from way back—kept it “business,” not love. Cracked me up, like, what, you’ll bang but not smooch? Ridiculous! “Don’t pee on my leg…”—I’d tell em to quit actin pure. Ever think bout the smells? Sweat, cheap perfume—nasty! But some dude’s paradise, I guess. Me? I’d rather watch *Moonrise Kingdom* ten times over—give me Wes Anderson’s quirky tents over sticky sheets any day.

The cursed sneezer, or, why we say "bless you" when someone sneezes

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 Missing: Grevenmacher.

We start at the Place de la Résistance. I’m scanning the area, and I see this cute little park. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe the pup’s chillin’ there?” Nope. Just a bunch of pigeons. Ugh, pigeons. They’re like the rats of the sky.

Emergency services: Food left on stove catches fire