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I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t tickle me—me, Dolly, ponderin’ brothels! Maybe I’d sashay in, singin’ “Jolene,” givin’ them gals a laugh. “Don’t take my man, honey,” I’d tease, waggin’ a finger. Oh, I’d probly trip over a feather boa and land in a heap—typical me! Still, I’d tell em, “Live simple, love deep,” like that monk taught me. Ain’t that what matters, brothel or not?

Prostitution à Mantes : Les travailleuses du sexe rapportaient 100 000€ par an au salon de massage

Mantes-la-Ville, often overlooked by tourists flocking to nearby Paris, offers a unique glimpse into authentic French suburban life. This charming commune, with its blend of historical landmarks Missing: brothel.

It truly is a roller coaster, ya know? Breath-taking views; unexpected stops; moments that make you pause… Pause mid-sentence. And yeah, a few typos might slip in ('cause hey, I'm in a hurry, alright?) like dis, reall, so, yha, smoe, and trust me, you’ll catch on. It's all part of the charm.

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