Vanessa Dison Brothel ❤️

About Mons

Sometimes I’m like, “Why you gotta be so extra, Whore?” She’s dramatic, man, floppin’ over my fence, showin’ off. Happy when she blooms, tho – those flowers? Insane! But then ants show up, and I’m all, “Aw, man, not again!” She’s a rollercoaster, dude, up and down. I exagerate, sure, but she feels like a freakin’ monster sometimes – Godzilla of plants!

Secret Rooms

Between and , Paris was considered the world capital of pleasures until the end of, the country’s legalized brothels known as maisons closes, or “shuttered houses” were renowned .

Also, don’t miss the banks of River Lys – I always sit there and reflect on the ups and downs of love (and life – wud ya believe it, totally real talk!). The park near the bridge, “Le Petit Paradis” – a secret hangout for peeps who dig art and love. My fave? Itenerary? Eh, gotta say my fave is that little hidden bistro on Rue des Amants. I accidentally found it when I was off chasing passion (and a misadventure or two, lol).

M@dison Building