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Now, imagine this – a brothel with robots! Like Gigolo Joe from the movie, “What’s your pleasure, sir?” Smooth as hell, that dude. I’d build one, call it “Evil’s Pleasure Palace.” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Robots don’t judge, don’t get tired – perfect! But here’s a kicker: in Japan, they already got “love hotels” with weird themes. One’s got a spaceship room – bangin in zero gravity, yo! Surprised me when I heard that, legit jaw dropper.

Local Intel

In Zola's novel the director of the Théâtre des Variétés actually calls his house a “brothel”. Indeed, the original operetta theatres were.

Streets are buzzin' here. Rue du Soleil, oh man, lights flash. The river, Croissant, flows smooth. Lovin’ faults and quirks all day. I was, uh, born in them alleys. Memories, like dreams. "Brooklyn" vibes everywhere, right? "I am your father," echoes above some archways.