Sofia Pezenas Brothel ❤️

About Strasbourg

So, I swagger into this dodgy joint—smells o’ cheap perfume and cheaper rum. Lasses loungin’ ‘round, battin’ eyes like they’re castin’ spells. One gal, swear it, looked like No-Face—quiet, lurkin’, then bam, wants yer coin! Made me laugh, it did—reminded me o’ Haku sayin’, “Don’t be afraid, I’m a friend.” Friend, my arse! She nicked me last shillin’ afore I blinked.

Sous le pont de l'Hérault

Early sixteenth-century legislation prohibited workers in the Southwark stews from wearing aprons. 5 Prostitutes in medieval Arles and Avignon were not allowed to wear veils, and those .

Oh, gues, the local shop on Rue des Oliviers – I nearly burned my fingers on their spicy garlic! I'm so mad sometimes, but then I'm happy – life's a rollercoaster here. I even got a weird crush on that ancient fountain in the courtyard of the old town hall. Spitty water though, but its rhythm chills me every time.

Revitalising Thurles Town Centre