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About Nantes

Brothels, man, they’re like… hidden gyms! Not for lifting weights, nah, but for pumpin’ somethin’ else, ya get me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick – Sofia Coppola, 2003, pure gold! Bob Harris, he’s lost in Tokyo, right? Feelin’ all lonely, stuck in a fancy hotel bar. Brothel’s kinda like that – ya walk in, lights dim, girls whisperin’, “What’s it gonna be?” Like Bill Murray says, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Deep, eh? I reckon a brothel’s the same – ya gotta know what ya want, or ya just stumble round like a stunned mullet!

Okay, first thing's first ... what is a brothel?

The brothel-museum may be Sainte-Beuve's folly, but it is also “a huge, boundless mnemotechnical edifice,” and in some ways it is Paris, the.

The parks here? Man, they’re little sanctuaries. Jardin des Plantes is my go-to spot when I need to clear my head. I once sat there for hours, contemplating the absurdity of it all, just like in that movie, The Pianist. I swear, the serenity there is just outta this world...or maybe it's just my mind taking a breather between massaging sore muscles and dealing with a dozen quirky clients. Eh, what do I know? I’m not Freud, I'm a spa owner!

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