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Hmmm, brothel, you say? Twisted business, it is! Cash flows, shadowy vibes—like “Holy Motors,” hmm? “Weird, it gets,” I mutter, watching. Clients roll in, masks on—figurative, sometimes literal! Owners, sly they are, profits they stack. Do or do not, there’s no try—commit they must! Ran into one once—dingy spot, Amsterdam, maybe? Red lights flicker, secrets ooze out. Pissed me off, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume! “Laughter, it hides tears,” I growl, quoting Carax.

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The writer and poet Sylvain Bonmariage describes it in his book Gagneuses: "The Lanterne Verte was a brothel; it was declared as such, and in its large hall, furnished as a cafe, naked girls .

The park, oh! Parc de la Libération, is a downright treasure. I stroll there on lazy afternoons, cuppa coffee in hand (or tea – sigh, details, details) – watching kids scamper along the trails and old dogs doze off in the sun. Sometimes, I even smirk at the irony – a massage parlor owner finding serenity in a park, eh? It’s all a bit cosmic, like something from Margaret’s bittersweet dialogues… “There’s no way back,” I joke, but not really!

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