Julia Sannois Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

One time, heard this yarn – some punter in a brothel, 1920s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room! Fuckin ell, imagine the panic, “I see you, bastard!” – he’s stumblin round, gummi’ his words, hah! Little shit like that, keeps it real. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho – dirty sheets, dodgy johns, makes ya wanna scream, “I’m finished!” But then, there’s this vibe, this raw energy, like oil gushin in that movie. Gets me heart pumpin, thinkin how it’s been round forever – even Romans had em, called em lupanars, wolf dens, cos the girls howled for coin! Wild, innit?

Brothels in Paris

So, I’m trying to shake off the pigeon drama, right? I head over to Parc des Coteaux. Beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just vibing. But then I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, crying his eyes out. Turns out, he lost his soccer ball. I mean, c’mon! It’s just a ball! But I get it. To him, it’s like losing a piece of his soul. So, I channel my inner sports psychologist and start chatting him up.

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