Taylor L'arbresle Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Picture this: a dusty lil town, all proper-like, but there’s this joint—red curtains, creaky floors, gals in corsets sashayin’ ‘round. I’d call it *“The Red Ribbon”*—see what I did there? Ha! Got them uppity townsfolk whisperin’, “Who’s that comin’ down the stairs?” straight outta Haneke’s script. Ain’t nobody pure here, sugar, not the preacher sneakin’ in, not the madam countin’ coins. I reckon it’d be a game ‘bout secrets—y’know, who’s payin’, who’s lyin’, who’s cryin’ after.

My spa's in an old renovated building near Avenue Jean Jaurès. I mix luxury with local vibes, and honestly, sometimes the market buzz drifts in, making me smile. And lemme tell ya, the thermal baths here aren’t for nothing! They soothe the soul. Eh, who needs liquor when you got steam, right?

Richard Pare, Jean-Louis Cohen – Le Corbusier, All the work builds