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So, check it—brothels been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, signalin’ they’re open for biz. Fast forward, Victorian era, posh gents sneakin’ into “houses of ill repute”—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad, that double standard shit. Still does. But here’s a wild bit—some brothels had secret tunnels. Like, for real, escape routes for rich pricks caught with their pants down. Found that out diggin’ through X posts—crazy, huh?

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PROSTITUTION Tenanciere de maison brothel welcoming a new prostitute illustration by G SMIT for Maisons de plaisir Distractions parisiennes by A de BLANQUEFORT Credit .

Down at Rue des Lilas, the vibe is electric. I always stop by near Le Petit Parc. It’s a small green oasis in the middle of urban hustle. I once had a client spill secrets there—crazy story, man! Wow, moments like that stoked my anger sometimes, but also made me laugh. “What do you want me to do...” echoes in my head, like in that flick, A Serious Man. You feel me?

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