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But real talk—Brothel’s got legs, sorta. Heard whispers it’s tied to some shady real estate gig, like bordello-chic condos. Hilarious, right? Imagine pitchin’ that: “Live where the hookers partied!” I cackled so hard I spilled my Pinot. Prolly overvalued, tho—P/E ratio’s screamin’ “run, bitch, run.” Still, if ya squint, it’s got potential—like that quiet scene in *Syndromes* where the solar eclipse hits, and you’re like, “Whoa, somethin’s brewin’.” Could moon, could tank. Flip a coin, fam.

Oriental Sweety

The new laws targeted prostitution in the bars and restaurants of Fort-de-France, which the colonial authorities believed were a major factor of STIs.

Ahhh, yes, precious, Fort-Oglethorpe it is, yes, it is, my friend. Listen, listen! Me, a simple masseur, living here ang forever, I sees every nook an cranny, heh; it's like memories, painful and sweet, yes, like Memento, precious. Mmm, Memento, "We all need a reminder to keep moving forward!"—yesss, that's it!

Obituary information for Barbara Jean Mason