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Alright, mate, here’s the deal on brothels—cold, calculated, Putin-style. I see ‘em as chess moves, yeah? Power plays in shadows. Not just sex dens—nah, it’s deeper. Control, cash, human pawns. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night, Godard’s mess of a flick—fits perfect. “What’s real?” he asks. Brothels ain’t real love, just transactions. Brutal, quick, like my vodka shots.

A designer of experiences for museums and TV channels

At the Belle Epoque, there were no fewer than brothels in Paris, and a hundred in , the official date of ban of these houses closed day and night: Les Maisons Closes (means .

The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

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