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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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CARENTAN, France — In a small Normandy town Men accused of buying sex through Cambridge-area brothel ring identified for first time.

So, there's this main street, Rue de la République. It's kinda beat-up but filled with funky little cafes, bars, and shops that serve up delish croissants. Walk past Rue du Général Leclerc too, man—old warfare vibes, old stories everywhere. Sometimes after a long massage sesh, I stroll down these streets, thinking “Damn, life’s a journey,” ya know?

Thanks! Volunteers found to help D-Day knitted soldiers reach France