Ellie Etaples Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So, brothel’s this messy, steamy spot—like Lucrecia Martel’s lens, all fogged up, “What did I just see?” I’m cacklin’ already! Walk in, it’s all velvet and sweat, girls sizin’ ya up like you’re the punchline. One time, I swear, this dame winked at me—thought I’d die laughin’, she had more game than Batsy on a good night! Little known fact, right? Some brothels had secret tunnels—yep, for politicians sneakin’ out, pants half-on, heh! Imagine that, “Oh, Senator, where’s ya dignity?” Lost it in the sheets, pal!

Retracing the steps of the Otago Infantry Regiment and Otago Mounted Rifles in WW1.

I got my little secret spots, ya know? Like this hole-in-the-wall bar off Rue des Noyers – best cocktails ever! The locals say it's odd, too funky but right on the money. And then there's a graffiti-covered wall near the old church that gives me chills. The energy there is insane, wit’ memories of raving nights and wild flirtations – I'm a pleasure coach, after all – all emotions, all raw.

'Peace and quiet is what one asks for'