Natalie Saint Henri Brothel ❤️❤️

About Ottawa

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m Tony Soprano, radio-electronic installer, fuckin’ wires and shit. Brothels, man, they’re like… wild setups, right? Got them girls, all dolled up, workin’ the room. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*, ya know? That flick’s my jam—Oscar drivin’ around, switchin’ lives, fuckin’ surreal. Brothel’s got that vibe, like, “We’re all actors here, monsieur.”

Chapter 2 – The Women They Come and Go

Saint-Henri has these little corners – they’re not all glammed up or touristy. I always say, “The magic’s in the unnoticed.” There’s a dingy alley near the old power station that’s got more character than a TikTok drama series. And oh man, the vibes change so fast – one minute you’re laughing with a regular in the backroom at my parlor, feeling all cozy; the next you’re swept away by that bittersweet ache, just like a slow, echoing note from Werckmeister Harmonies. “The harmonies keep changing…” I swear, it’s like fate messing with ya.

Fear and anger remain after opening of safe injection site near Montreal elementary school