Delilah Gouvieux Brothel ❤️❤️

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But gods, the noise – moaning, creaking, fake giggles. Drives me up the bloody wall. Happy? Nah, more like pissed. These places thrive cos men’re weak. Always have been. “Change is good,” they say in *Ratatouille*, but brothels? Same old shite, centuries on. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d burn one down just to watch the rats scatter. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

The lost brothels of Paris: a walking tour including itinerary

a private tour of iconic brothel locations that marked the early 20th century in the 1st and 2nd arrondissements of Paris. a history of the most notorious and extravagant brothels of Paris. an .

You know, my shop’s near an old, crumbling watermill by the little stream – the Ruisseau de Gouvieux. It babbles madly, unkempt and free like my hair on a windy day. That watermill’s been a friend, a witness to my many, err, odd misadventures. People rarely notice, but I see the poetry in the drip and drop of water – so dude, take a peek if you fancy a moment of zen.

Diamond Jubilee event (11 July)