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And the rules—oh, the rules! Victorian times, they had “gentlemen’s guides” for brothels. Little books! “Don’t haggle, tip the madam”—like it’s a damn restaurant! I’m screamin’ inside, “Who writes this crap?!” But it’s wild—those madams ran the show. Some got rich, owned half the town! One in New Orleans, Lulu White, had a mansion, mirrors everywhere—freaky, right? I’m impressed, but also—mirrors? Too much self-reflection for me!

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Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

GFS mum on fires at Double Day Hotel, proprietor’s home