Mari L'ile Perrot Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

So, check it – whores ain’t just what you think, fam. Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book! Back in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – whorehouses with freaky murals, showin’ wild positions. Little known fact, blew my mind! Imagine that, dusty sandals slappin’ the floor, coins droppin’, and some senator sneakin’ out the back. Makes me laugh, man – history’s horny as hell!

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

"Vacances en art" on Île Perrot