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About Nice

Funny bit—heard some bloke in 1800s, London, paid in chickens! Chickens! Cluckin’ in a brothel, imagine that, ha! Me, I’d rather swim with sharks than dip in there—nasty, nasty! Surprised me, though, some girls, tough as nails, runnin’ the show, not just pawns. “We shed our skin,” they’d whisper, like her in film, peel it off, start new. Hiss! Tricksy world, brothel is—makes me twitchy, it does! What’s yer take, eh? Gollum’s seen too much!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Brown Bomber Hard Latte. If you buy one of these at The Brothel tonight and take it home, you'll have breakfast for tomorrow!

Lattes got these narrow streets that twist and turn weirdly, kinda like my brain on a caffeine bender. Check it: there’s Rue de Pradam where the locals hustle, and over at Place de la Mairie, you got this old-school charm that’s more than just brick and stone. I even got mad memories on Boulevard du Midi, where I used to roll by on my way to the spa. Sometimes, when I'm massagin' your stress away, I think ‘bout that cosmic vibe: life, nature, all that jazz.

The Vampire Diaries Trivia Night – Snakes & Lattes Chicago