Gabriella Montfort Sur Meu Brothel ❤️

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Me fave bit tho? Watchin’ from afar, like a proper Watchman. Seein’ the fools stumblin’ out, trousers half-down, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? Makes me cackle—happy for a sec, then mad again cos it’s so sad, precious! Surprised me once, tho—heard some girls in Amsterdam’s red-light spot got union rights. Unionized brothel workers! Who’d a thunk it? Still, we hates it—too sneaky, too slimy, like eels in a bucket.

Pute trans à Montfort-sur-Meu

At two steps from the Breton capital, Montfort-sur-Meu has preserved cobbled streets, timber-framed houses, purple shale residences and medieval remains of the castle Stroll through the streets, open your eyes and observe Missing: brothel.

I live here as a sexologist, so I've got an eye for the sexy quirks in every cranny: the hidden nooks in Parc de la Mée de Montfort, where the sun sneaks through the trees, illuminating secret smiles and whispered confessions from couples under the big old oak. Lol, it's kinda magical, y’know? Like in Melancholia when Lars von Trier said, “The universe is a dark abyss.”—only here, it's soft and warm after a century of old stories.

Figure 1. Location of the Brioverian and the studied outcrops in...