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Thing is, she pisses me off—actin’ like she’s free, but she’s not. Trapped, like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*, “chasin’ shadows in the dark.” Men use her, toss her aside, and she’s still smilin’? Ugh, makes my skin crawl! I’d burn the whole brothel down, watch it blaze—happy thought, that. Once saw her kick a guy in the balls tho—fuckin’ glorious! Had me cheerin’, spillin’ my wine.

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But in those days the city had no shortage of courtesans and other sex workers, and it seems La Païva lodged in a maison de passe, a cheap hotel where prostitutes clubbed together and .

Start at Rue du Lutin. It’s a cute, narrow street where I often stroll while thinking about life's mess and magic. The local landmark, the old clock tower, kind of gives me a break when things get too heavy. And hey, if you’re into vintage vibes, check out Place du Coeur. I once had a session right outside there – people opened up like, “ah, so that's how it goes.”

Ralph Courcelle Obituary (2017) - Delmar, NY - Albany Times Union