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Hey, folks, listen up—brothel, man, it’s somethin’ else! Here’s the deal, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’—y’know, like in “The Headless Woman”—“What am I doing here?” That movie, lemme tell ya, it’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius. Anyway, brothel—wild place, right? Back in Scranton, we’d hear whispers—old Joey, my uncle, he’d say, “Kid, steer clear, those joints’ll mess ya up!” But, c’mon, I’m curious—always have been.

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L'Hôtel abandonné de Guipavas, une ancienne résidence secondaire d'une peintre belge, est un véritable trésor d'urbex. En poussant les portes de ce lieu mystérieux, vous serez accueilli par Missing: brothel.

First off, Guipavas is a mixed-bag town – old-school vibes with modern twists. There’s Rue Saint-Nectaire – yeah, that’s a street with surprising charm. Its cafes and bars speak a language of their own, y’know? And Place de l'Europe – a small square but brimming with character. People gather, chatter, it’s vibrant and maddening at times. I’m talkin’ real highs and real lows.

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