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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Is prostitution actually legal in Spain?

Some of them have been open as long as we started living there at about A brothel generally is officially just another hotel. The official version is that the owner of the brothel has .

Gex is a tiny buzzin’ town. The streets? Oh, yeh. Like Rue de la Libération. Nothin’ fancy, but it’s home. And oh, Avenue de Genève hugs the edge. So chill, so real. There's Panoramic views over Lac de Gex, a magical mirror in the mornin’. We stroll along its banks. Ssss, so mesmerizing.

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