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So, I’m thinkin bout this one brothel tale—back in 1880s Paris, this madam, right? She ran a spot called Le Chabanais. Fancy as hell—kings and artists rolled thru! They had a room all gold and mirrors—wild, right? Made me happy picturin it, like, “Look at the past struttin!” But then, bam—anger hits. Cuz the girls? Worked to death, no choice. “Who’s watching? Who’s guilty?”—that’s *Caché* talkin, y’all. Haneke’d be all, “Tape that shame!”

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First recorded in –, for an earlier sense; short for brothel-house “whorehouse”; Middle English brothel “harlot,” originally, “worthless person,”.

First, you gotta check out Hauptstrasse. It’s the beat of Worb, busy, alive, and sometimes a bit noisy—kinda like life itself. Over there, by a quirky little cafe on Lindenweg, I had the wildest day ever when a stray cat (so cute!) wandered right into my spa one rainy, miserable afternoon. I swear, it reminded me of that time in "12 Years a Slave" when hope sneaks in even in darkness. "I’m a slave to beauty!" kinda, ya know? And like, "Here's Johnny!" when you realize that beauty is all around!

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