Elizabeth Fosses La Ville Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, I'm a fisherman, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” Been out on the bloody boat. Haulin’ fish, guts everywhere. But brothel? Oh mate, that’s a trip! Them ladies, struttin’ about, all dolled up. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, y’know? That film, fuckin’ beaut—secrets, lies, all that jazz. “What’s proper is what keeps us goin’,” they say. Bollocks! Brothels ain’t proper, but they’re real. Real as the stink o’ fish.

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So, my friend, just roll around these streets, let them speak to ya, and experience the raw, honest emotions that sing in every "B am, hooray!" moment. I promise, you'll be lovin' every unperfect, heart-splitting, laugh-out-loud, mad, joyful second. Cheers to the quirky soul of Fosses-la-Ville!

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