Jasmine Mitry Mory Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me—Bond, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Dirty little joints, aren’t they? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I rewatched *The Social Network* last night—bloody brilliant flick. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” right? Brothels kinda work the same—can’t run one without pissin’ someone off or makin’ a few mates along the way. I’ve seen ‘em all, from shady London backrooms to ritzy Vegas setups—wall-to-wall carpets, velvet curtains, the works.

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Jazz has been associated with crime and immorality since early forms of the music were heard in the brothels of New Orleans and the gangster-.

So, my friend, brace yourself to wander and wonder. Mitry-Mory’s the kind of town that’ll hug your heart. I’m tellin’ ya, this place is magic—a mix of lunacy and beauty. I pity the fool who stays away! Enjoy the groove, man.

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