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Hmmm, a brothel, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… me thinks bout them girls, trapped, y’know? Watched "The Act of Killing" – frickin wild, man! “I’m a gangster,” them dudes said, braggin bout murder like it’s a game. Brothels tho, they’re dark too, just sneakier. Got this one story – heard it from a shady cantina, some chick in Amsterdam, right? She was top dog in a brothel, ran it like a queen, but cops didn’t care – busted her anyway. Pissed me off, dude! Why her, not the sleazy pimps?

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In the early part of the 19th century, state-controlled legal brothels (then known as " maisons de tolérance " or " maisons closes ") started to appear in several French cities. By law, they had .

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

Leonard Courcelle | Obituaries