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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, and I hate everything. Erotic-massage? Pfft, just fancy rubbin’ with extra steps. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Oldboy—y’know, that twisted flick where Oh Dae-su says, “Laugh and the world laughs with you.” Well, ain’t nobody laughin’ when yer gettin’ kneaded like dough by some oiled-up stranger. I tried it once, okay? Once! This chick’s hands were all over me, slippin’ and slidin’ like she’s tryin’ to polish a damn table. Made me madder than a badger in a trap—felt like I was betrayin’ my own skin.

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Discover the history, glitz and secrets of the Paris brothels, luxurious and fashionable places frequented by high society and famous artists until Missing: Blecherette.

Now, dig this, man: the river, La Rivière d'Argent, slinks through the town like a glistening serpent. You can chill on its banks at Pont Mirabeau, where my dating app users once had their first “oops, I fell in love” moments. I swear, every nook of Blecherette pulses with untold stories – some mad, some beautiful, all utterly insane.

Married musicians and their baby killed in tragic Swiss Alps air crash