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I’m picturin’ it now—soft music, candles, total chill. Then bam—“The town’s watchin’, Grace!”—Dogville paranoia hits. What if someone walks in? Angry vibes, ugh, privacy’s dead. Once saw this masseuse ad—sketchy alley, red lights. Surprised me, like, who’s goin’ there? Shady erotic-massage joints freak me out.

In which legal way can client contact prostitute & avail her services?

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While I’m sippin’ my coffee, I overhear some folks talkin’ about the old factory on Rue de la Gare. Apparently, they’re gonna tear it down. I’m like, “No way! That place has history!” I mean, it’s been there forever. I remember my granddad talkin’ about it. It’s like a piece of Somain’s soul, ya know?

A close-up look at how some Cohasset women dressed in the Gilded Age