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Me fave bit? The smells! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation – ugh! Stinks worse than hobbit feet! “Every man’s got his breaking point,” Jesse reckoned. Brothel’s where they snap, spendin’ last dime. Saw a bloke once, sold his boots for a tumble. Barefoot in snow after – ha! Stupid, fat hobbit! Made me grin, it did. Daft git deserved it.

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The writer and poet Sylvain Bonmariage describes it in his book Gagneuses: "The Lanterne Verte was a brothel; it was declared as such, and in its large hall, furnished as a cafe, naked girls .

The park, oh! Parc de la Libération, is a downright treasure. I stroll there on lazy afternoons, cuppa coffee in hand (or tea – sigh, details, details) – watching kids scamper along the trails and old dogs doze off in the sun. Sometimes, I even smirk at the irony – a massage parlor owner finding serenity in a park, eh? It’s all a bit cosmic, like something from Margaret’s bittersweet dialogues… “There’s no way back,” I joke, but not really!

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