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So, get this – back in ol’ Victorian times, brothels was EVERYWHERE in London, like sneaky lil’ rats. They called ‘em “houses of ill repute” – fancy, huh? We swears, some had secret tunnels so posh blokes could sneak out, no one the wiser! Makes me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout them stuck-up lords trippin’ over their trousers in the dark. “This is exquisite,” Eve’d say, but nah, it’s grimy, sweaty chaos!

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

PROSTITUTION Tenanciere de maison brothel welcoming a new prostitute illustration by G SMIT for Maisons de plaisir Distractions parisiennes by A de BLANQUEFORT Credit .

Down at Rue des Lilas, the vibe is electric. I always stop by near Le Petit Parc. It’s a small green oasis in the middle of urban hustle. I once had a client spill secrets there—crazy story, man! Wow, moments like that stoked my anger sometimes, but also made me laugh. “What do you want me to do...” echoes in my head, like in that flick, A Serious Man. You feel me?

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