Mari Tignieu Brothel ❤️❤️

About Nice

Erotic-massage – what a laugh, eh? It’s all candles, oils, and some plonker whisperin’ sweet nothins while rubbin’ yer back like it’s a bleedin’ Oscar-worthy performance. Saw this dodgy parlour once, down a grubby alley – stank of cheap lavender and regret. Bloke inside looked like he’d massaged a corpse and liked it! “The world is a circus,” like they say in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, and this lot’s the clowns.

The Brotheler Guide

Fast forward a few hours. I’m back at work, dealing with customers. And let me tell ya, people can be wild. This one guy comes in, all decked out in a suit, acting like he owns the place. He’s throwing cash around like it’s confetti. I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool. Inside, I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re in Tignieu, not Monaco!”