Anastasia Biot Brothel ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

I likes it, tho—wild energy, y’know? Reminds me of No-Face, all quiet but greedy. Some lass told me once, “Been here since 16.” Sixteen! Made me mad, precious—kids shouldn’t be there. But she laughed, said it paid better than slinging noodles. True story, swear it—brothels got dark roots. Back in Victorian days, they hid ‘em in basements. Secret tunnels, even! Rich blokes sneaking in, disgusting pricks.

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Oh yesss, my dear, my precious friend, come closer now, listen! Biot, it’s a twisty, cobbled maze, where life’s secrets hide in every turn, my precious! I live here, as a humble women's counselor, ya know? It’s been years, so many secrets, so many hidden burrows of heartache and hope. We walks down Rue du Docteur Roubine, oh so tight, whispering with little laughters of old souls, my precious!

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