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I reckon a brothel’s like a butcher shop. Meat’s on display, ya pick yer cut, pay up. No flowers, no lies—straight deal. Kinda respect that, beats datin’ apps. “A beast in the dark,” like that movie says, lurkin’ in the shadows o’ town. Surprised me once, found out Nevada’s got legal ones—Ranch somethin’. Girls pay taxes, get checkups. Government’s in on it, figures. Still hate ‘em, but fair’s fair.

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This is examplified by the "Brothel Scene", which shows an interior with a rather coy lady pouring a smartly dressed young man a glass of wine. An elegant scene - until one perceives, farther .

You know, I got this story: one evening, after a super busy day at the parlor, I strolled down Avenue des Champs, thinkin’ ‘bout all the people that come in here looking for a bit of peace. And it hit me, like BOOM – life’s as unpredictable as a massage session, ya know? One minute you’re kneading out their stress, the next you’re ragged, thinking "Shit, that’s life, baby!" Damn.

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