Harper Maurage Brothel ❤️❤️

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Now, I’m picturin a brothel through my favorite flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—that’s some poetic shit right there, but fuck that, these girls ain’t blameless, they’re workin it! Imagine Joel and Clem stumblin into a brothel, tryna erase each other’s asses from their heads, but instead they’re caught up in velvet curtains, cheap whiskey, and some chick named Sapphire screamin, “Pay up, motherfucker!” Shit’s hilarious—memory wipe ain’t gonna fix that tab!

The brothels of Paris: where high society took its leisure

The story we published on Monday about a brothel operating under the pretences of a striptease club, made interesting, if saucy reading.

Then there’s the district of Vieux Maurage. Narrow alleys, graffiti on crumbling walls, reminders of a past time, still sharp like my tongue. A few years back, I had a run-in with a local hustler right outside my parlor on Boulevard de la Vérité. Not that it matters – that bastard tried to sell me some crummy lies. Just like Teddy in that Spielberg movie said, “I’m trying to become love.” What a pile of nonsense.

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