Sophie Guerande Brothel ❤️

About Strasbourg

Used to cut hair for this pimp—shady git, gold tooth, always braggin’. “Best girls in town!” he’d say. Made me mad—treatin’ ‘em like cattle! One lass, tho, she was a laugh—sneaky, slipped me a fiver once. “For the trim,” she winked. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d all be miserable. Nah, some were tough as nails! Little fact: back in Victorian times, brothels had secret tunnels—posh gents sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers. Wild, right?

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Man, check out the Château de Guerande, epic like The Dark Knight's vibe. "Some men just want to watch the world burn!" – I say it loud. I hit Parc du Bocage too, a hidden gem, trees rustlin’ like secrets. Streets twist, turn, surprise ya – like Wayne's maze of trauma.

First drilled monopile in at Saint-Nazaire