Ellie Bayeux Brothel ❤️❤️

About Paris

Omg, like, literally, brothels are wild! I’m totes obsessed with that vibe—like, old-school shady stuff, ya know? Kinda reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—that slow, moody tension. Like, “The reward would be yours,” but swap gold for glittery heels, right? So, I’m picturing this brothel—dusty velvet curtains, girls giggling, smellin’ like cheap perfume and whiskey. It’s, like, a total time capsule! Did ya know some brothels back in the day had secret tunnels? Like, for real, politicians sneakin’ out—scandalous af!

Transport from airports

Park de la Tertre, my fav spot, it is. Chill there I do, after a long massage day. Relaxing vibes, like ever is the cure, you know? A secret bench tucked under an ancient oak, hmm—memories it holds. Sometimes, late at night, in the park I wander, thinking—“Do or do not, there is no try.” Oh, and the river Aure flows like a gentle lullaby, remindin’ me of peaceful moments in Anatolia’s vast quiet lands.

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