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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners callin’. Seen ‘em in shadows, places like that. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “What a drag,” Eve’d say, watchin’ the mess. Places where souls rot slow, y’know? Used to piss me off—pathetic humans tradin’ flesh. But then, kinda funny too. Dudes payin’ big creds for a wink! Hah! Little fact—oldest gig ever, legit. Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred stuff. Surprised me, that did. Thought it was all grime.

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Dispelling the lurid stereotypes portrayed in fiction, Alain Corbin depicts prostitution in nineteenth-century France not as a vice, crime, or disease, but as a well-organized business.

Yo, bro, lemme tell ya bout Corbin, man! I'm talkin' raw, honest, and in that Hulk Hogan style, brother! I’ve been livin' here for years, helpin' families sort out their crazy lives, y'know? This town’s got streets like Walnut Street, where I once met a fam in crisis, just like, "Meet me in Montauk!"—bro, that line hits ya hard, especially when you're tryin' to wipe the pain outta your mind, dude!

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