Violet Puteaux Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam’s red lights? Tourists gawk, but locals shrug—brothel’s just business. Pissed me off, tho—girls from nowhere, shipped in, used up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like a damn circus! “The only thing left is to cry,” Jep’d say—truth hits hard. Still, some gals owned it, struttin’ like peacocks—made me grin. Beetlejuice twist? I’d haunt the johns, scare ‘em stiff—pun intended! It’s showtime, baby—brothel’s a stage, and everyone’s playin’ a part!

Where to find it?

I’ve been livin’ here years, watchin’ people and tales unfold. As a pleasure coach, I peep things—these places provoke joy, desire, and sometimes pure rage. Spill? Sure! One day, I strolled through Parc de Puteaux. It’s sorta peaceful, like Chihiro in that forest of spirits! I sat on a bench near the water, thinkin’ “I must hurry, hurry!” – then BOOM, that park unleashed calm. Real shocker!

La Roseraie du Parc Lebaudy on the Ile de Puteaux