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Like, didja know back in old-timey Paris, brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for fancy pants politicians to sneak out—sneaky lil’ devils! Kinda badass, right? “Why so serious?” I’d ask ‘em, winkin’ like a tease. Gets me all tingly thinkin’ bout the history—power, sex, and a dash o’ rebellion. But ugh, some places today? Total dumps. Saw a post on X ‘bout this one brothel—rats runnin’ round like they own the joint! Ew, grossed me out, darlin’!

The tale of two Red Light Districts

Ann Arbor has failed its attempts at emulating this district, resulting in a sexual suppression culture which would make a brothel on West Huron.

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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