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A lovely summer day in Paris. Roger and Martine are on their way to work.
"Work" is a euphemism because Martine is a prostitute in Pigalle.
She is saving money to buy the house of her dreams in the country. Her
husband Roger "works" for the same goal, but in a brothel for
women.
There, duchesses rub elbows with businesswomen,
militant members of women's lib and other female pleasure-seekers.
The men on duty come from every level of society and they do their best to
satisfy the whims of their lady customers. There are Dudule, the plumber,
and Adrien, a mailman, from out of town. Black Angel with skin of ebony and
muscles of steel who, to the delight of the customers, pretends to be a
primitive savage but spends his free time reading Virgil in latin. Coquelicot,
handsome and sentimental.
The story has a moral ending: policewomen storm the
place, search the rooms and create havoc trying to find the salesmen of
pleasure. Only one over-curious passer-by
who just comes in for a look is subdued and dragged off to jail. The
policewomen are happy to have caughtat least one male whore.
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