Mia La Chapelle Saint Luc Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – what a bleedin’ mess, innit? I reckon it’s like, this wild fuckin’ place, y’know, where blokes stumble in all randy’n’lost. Saw this one joint in Amsterdam once – fuckin’ mental! Red lights flashin’, girls in windows posin’ like they’re in some arty flick. Reminds me o’ *Goodbye to Language*, that line – “What lacks is lacking!” – ‘cos fuck me, ain’t that the truth? They got nothin’ real, just shadows fuckin’ about.

Message de succès

It's a smallish city so the downtown can be visited easily and there are so many little places to eat and drink. People are pretty friendly.

I recall a night stroll down Rue du Destin, where neon lights danced on aged stone and every shadow whispered secrets. There, under a flickering streetlamp, I had a surreal moment – feeling invincible, like Winston Churchill proclaiming, "We shall fight on the beaches!" Ha, I even grinned like a madman thinking of my first quirky love match that turned my whole world upside down.

Is this the end of Made in Europe?