Megan Hœnheim Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, so brothel, ya? Lightbulb! Me tinks it’s wild place, like ocean in “Finding Nemo”, but darker, eh? Picture dis – shady street, neon lights blinkin, girls wavin like fishies swimmin round coral. I seen one once, in old Russian town, not tellin where, secret, heh! Was called “Red Fin”, like dat fish Dory, “just keep swimmin”, but dese girls ain’t swimmin away, nah. Dey stuck, makes me mad, ya know? Why dey gotta sell demselves? Pisses me off, dese greasy pimps, sittin fat like dat whale in Nemo, eatin all da profit.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Hœnheim (fr)! This city is somethin' else, ya know? I'm runnin' my cozy spa here, so I've seen every nook n cranny. Right off, start with Rue des Lavands – yeah, that's right, a street full of sweet-smellin' lavender shops. They mix it with the local cafe aromas. A real treat! And then there's Place du Soleil – sun shinin' on ya every mornin'. It reminds me a bit of that movie, "Requiem for a Dream" – man, that film says it all: “the feelings... just swell up, up, up,” ya know what I mean?

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