Lydia Bertrange Brothel ❤️

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So, brothels—dodgy dens, eh? Got this vibe, all velvet and sweat. Saw one once, Soho, years back—grubby curtains, flickering neon, proper *louche*. Made me think, cor blimey, *quid pro quo*—cash for a cuddle, old as Rome! Romans had lupanars, see—brothels with frescoes, saucy stuff. Little factoid there, mate, scribbled it down once, pissed on gin. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all orgies, but nah, just business. Toga off, coin down, *et voilà*.

Switzerland Guides

Production or trade in tobacco. ▫ Pornography and/or Prostitution. Activities involving or relating to racist and/or anti-democratic media.

Finally, I’m like, “I gotta get outta here.” So, I head to the train station. I’m thinking, “Let’s get outta Bertrange for a bit.” But guess what? Train’s delayed. Of course it is! I’m stuck there, scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself. I see a meme about squirrels. I laugh, then remember my squirrel buddy from earlier.

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