Elizabeth Suresnes Brothel ❤️❤️

About Paris

So, brothel—where do I start? Pisses me off, the fakes—guys braggin’ they been, lyin’ through their teeth. I fix teeth, I know lies when I see ‘em. But real talk? Been studyin’ it, diggin’ deep. Heard this story—back in Rome, they had brothel coins! Called ‘em spintriae, freaky lil’ tokens with dirty pics. No credits, no holonet—just toss a coin, get your fun. Blew my mind, man! History’s kinky as shit.

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Even though a man can give lilies: flowers white in this case expressing the tenacity and fortitude of the stronger sex. The symbolism of the flower, its.

First off, I hit the boulangerie on Rue de la République. Best croissants ever! I grabbed one, and it was still warm. I was like, “Yesss!” But then, I spilled my coffee all over my work boots. Great start, right? I was already cursing like a sailor.

World record for longest handcrafted baguette broken in France