The Pretty Women of Paris

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Okay, you bitches might not deserve it but I'll transcribe a few listings at random

Constance Viola 43 Rue des Belles-Feuilles Although very little over forty, this splendid, fair, healthy-skinned whore, with a face like a full moon and a tantalising hair wart on her cheek, is very little known to the present generation. She was one of the best whores of the Third Empire, and having saved up enough money, has retired with her mother to the above comfortable suburban residence. A few old generals and ex-chamberlains of Napoleon the Third occasionally go round and see her, and she shakes a noble but withered scrotum, and talks of the old glories of the Tuileries, drawing a tear from the bleary eye of the corrupt old courier, and a few drops of colourless fluid from his exhausted canal. Constance would be gratefully flattered by the visit of a younger man, and would gladly place her lumps of melting flesh at his disposal.

Adèle de Wagnère 6 Rue Delaborde A creamy, nut-brown bitch, about twenty-eight years of age, with hazel eyes, large open nostrils, a luscious, capacious mouth, which is frequently prostituted, and a fine, healthy figure, with bold, soft bubbies. The growth of hair on her private cavity is truly admirable in its wild tangle, and the same tufts of raven blackness luxuriate abundantly beneath her sturdy arms. She is kept by a businessman, who, hard at work all day, only turns up at night, and believes in the fidelity of his mistress. She, however, drives a brisk afternoon trade, and on a rainy day, when your time and your testicles hang heavy on your hands, you cannot do better than call upon Adèle, and surrender to the mercenary but clever caresses of this blowsy enchantress.

Emilie Williams

60 Rue Miromesnil

An ugly, old sow, whose age we refrain from guessing at. She is of chestnut hue; short; with large, watery, brown eyes; and such a horrible nose and mouth that she is known as 'The Seal'. This fleshy matron does a fair trade, so we suppose there must be more amateurs than we dream of in our philosophy for such stinking whores, who are the perfection of painted, sepulchral ugliness. Her backside and bubbies shake as she walks, like a badly-made blancmange, and she is always escorted by five or six dogs, as wheezy as their mistress, and full of fleas.

Dezoder

13B Rue des Mathurins

The wirty frame of this dark-skinned pet, whose true name is Suzanne Jeandonnenc, has resisted the enervating effects of countless orgies, and every connoisseur who has a taste for unlimited lust, without a shade of refinement, will do well to worship at her shrine, especially as her low price makes her accessible to all. She boasts of a fine head of hair and shameless black eyes, with a sarcastic expression of countenance. She was formerly an actress at the Palais Royal, but her engagement terminating a few months back, she did not renew it, preferring to devote all her energies to the noble profession of which she is a most zealous member. We recommend our friends not to remain a whole night in her arms, as in the morning her breath is none of the sweetest.

Louise David

58 Rue Monceau

As cheap as a penny roll and just as common. She is a tall, fair, thin Jewess, about twenty-nine years of age, with a funny little pair of breasts, very low down, and just like two tobacco pouches, with no tobacco inside. She has no keeper or special lover, but lives on a rapid succession of short, promiscuous favours. She sleeps with anybody, for any wages, and does anything she is asked.

Clotilde Charvet

23 Rue Boissy d'Anglas

She has fled the footlights; and this fairy having earned her bubble reputation at the prompter's mouth, on the boards of the Palais Royal, now only seeks to please the brilliant votaries of fashion who give gold in exchange for erotic pleasure. Youth and beauty are to be found united here - fine liquid eyes, well-cut features, small waist and divine bust, which proudly advances its twin riches - such are the charms of Clotilde. Her hair, naturally black, is dyed a rich gold, offering a strange contrast, when in a state of nudity, to the other natural hirsute attractions of her fair form. She is a confirmed adorer of her own sex, and her agile pointed tongue has drawn down voluptuous torrents from nearly every actress who acted a the theatre where she earned her spurs in the battles of Venus. Be generous, randy reader, and ask her to treat thee as she would a woman of her fancy! O, ye gods!

Baroness d'Ange

Rue Saint Georges

Nearly every visitor to Paris has noticed an elderly lady who drives in the fashionable promenades, handling the whip herself with consummate cleverness. She is always attired in the height of fashion and generally has at her side a young and comely companion. The old baroness herself is old and ugly, but her turnout is always a marvel of coaching display. Sometimes she disdains to drive, and a postilion, bewigged and bepowdered, with brilliant, old-fashioned costume, conducts this luxurious old bawd; while on other days a tiny tiger, dressed in the perfection of taste, dances up and down on the springboard behind her airy vehicle. In any other capital of Europe this person, known as the 'Shame of Paris', would be simply pelted with mud and stones, for everybody is aware of her trade. It is that which Martial, in his epigrams, so unmercifully condemns. She is nothing more than a fellatrix, or, to speak more plainly, she produces the venereal spasm by the contact of her mouth and the tickling of her tongue. Only a common whore provided by the police with a card compelling her to submit to the search of the speculum at stated times, she manages to avoid this disagreeable duty by clever bribery. Her house, which, contrary to the usual habit in Paris, is inhabited by her alone, is magnificently furnishes and full of costly pictures, statues and works of art. The visitor is generally conducted to a splendid bedstead in the Algerian style, and after copious ablutions with rose-water, proffered in a silver basin, the goddess deigns to prove the power of that marvelous piece of mechanism - the female tongue. The snug retreat is also tenanted by two or three young nymphs, but none are so clever as this old woman. Her large fortune proves her vogue, as all Paris has passed her doors. Well worth a visit if only out of curiosity, especially as one short séance is only ten francs, with a slight gratuity to the waiting-maid, who, in return for your kindness, will show you over the house.