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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a game designer, right, and I’m OBSESSED with “Mad Max: Fury Road” – shit’s wild, chrome, and LOUD! Let’s talk BROTHEL, tho – not that fancy-ass “gentleman’s club” nonsense, nah, I mean gritty, dusty, post-apocalypse-style brothel vibes. Picture this: a busted-up gas station turned fuck-palace, tires stacked like thrones, and workers struttin’ round like “Witness me!” – bloodbag energy, ya feel? I’m seein’ it now – sand in the cracks, neon buzzin’, dudes tradin’ guzzoline for a quickie. Chaos! Absurdity! That’s my jam, bro.

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In the early part of the 19th century, state-controlled legal brothels (then known as " maisons de tolérance " or " maisons closes ") started to appear in several French cities. By law, they had .

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

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