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About Lille

But then, I get mad—some pimp’s beatin’ on ‘em, or the johns get rough. Makes my blood boil, I’d whack ‘em myself, but—eh, I’m just talkin’ here. “A woman’s voice is her weapon,” *Moolaadé* says. Damn right! These girls, they talk back, they survive. I respect that, even if the whole thing’s messy. Brothel’s like life, fam—dirty, loud, and you’re in or you’re out! Gabagool? Ova here! Whaddya think?

Valencia nightlife

The 'Pink Lady', the first official brothel-bar-casino of its kind, hadn't been open for a week before public opposition started to show itself.

Then, outta nowhere, I spot this dude, Pierre, trying to climb the fence. I’m like, “Dude, what are you doing? You think you’re Spider-Man?” I rush over, and he’s all, “I just wanna see the world!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in Valence! You can see the Rhône River from here! It’s beautiful!” But he’s not having it. So, I grab him and pull him down. Not my proudest moment, but hey, safety first, right?

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