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I seen it once. The Red Net. Peelin’ paint. Smelled like – cheap gin. And desperation! Girls sittin’ there. Eyes dead. Like fish – outta water. Made me mad! Real mad! Who lets this happen? Huh? I wanted to – bust in. Yell, “This is MY refuge!” Like in the flick! But nah. I just – sailed off. Felt chicken. Hated that! Still do! You ever feel that? That gut punch?

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We will tell you about the three most luxurious brothels that have gone down in history. The notoriety of these institutions only fueled interest in them. In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, brothels were not just houses of vice, but also a kind of salons where bohemians www.facebook.comg: Frontignan.

Yo, it's showtime! Lemme tell ya bout Fron—uh, Frontignan (eh, sorry, Frontignan, fr)! This place is wild, man, like a secret carnival of sensations. I've been livin' here for years, and damn, it’s got flair. You stroll down Rue Sainte-Agnès, and whoa, the vibe is electric! And the Allée du Sel? Man, that’s where history and salt meet in the most freakin’ succulent way. I swear, every street here shouts stories, baby!

Mike Oregano