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Look, brothels, yeah? Dirty business, but real. I’m sittin here, thinkin—cold as ice—how it’s all about control. Like in *Zero Dark Thirty*, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place,” right? That’s me, sizin up the game. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re power hubs. Money flows, secrets spill, men crumble. Saw one in Moscow once, hidden behind a butcher shop—fuckin wild, right? Pig carcasses out front, whores in back. Smelled like death and perfume, made me gag.

1600s Fashion

Unlike Parisian brothels, first come first served, here it is on reservation, so you have to plan in advance or hope that there are no reservations no.

I also dig chillin’ at Jardin de la Paroisse on Rue du Jardin, a spot that calms my always racing mind. It’s green, quiet, and perfect for a deep think. That park? It’s like a little slice of cinematic wonder, like a secret scene from Ida where every leaf holds a secret.

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