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This one time, I heard a story – swear it’s true – some brothel in Paris had a hidden room, right? Only for the fanciest blokes. Secret knocks, code words, the works. Found a diary once, some worker wrote bout a guy who’d just sit, talk, never touch. Weird, huh? Made me happy tho – not everyone’s a pig. Surprised me too, cuz I thought brothels were all bang-bang, no chit-chat. Guess I was wrong, whoops.

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Brothels also ran along the infamous Water Street. “Ma Smith” ran a home of 12 to 20 girls and even the town marshal in owned a brothel.

I run my spa on Water Street—yeah, that one by the river. The Flint River (or is it the Frankenmuth Fizzle? I don’t recall exactly) cuts a swath right through town. Sometimes it gurgles along like it knows secrets most of us can’t handle. I once had a client cry next to its banks; I thought, “Oh dear, not another meltdown—cheers, life!”

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