Rose Bertrange Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, let’s dive in—brothels, huh? Picture this: seedy joints, dim lights, air thick with desperation. Reminds me of Paris, kinda, like in “Amélie”—you know, my fave flick. That quirky vibe, hidden corners, secrets whisperin’ in the shadows. Brothels got that too, but way darker, yeah? Hannibal Lecter here, fictional as fuck—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and lemme tell ya, I’d notice shit in a brothel nobody else catches. The way a dame’s perfume lingers, masking somethin’ sour underneath.

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Production or trade in tobacco. ▫ Pornography and/or Prostitution. Activities involving or relating to racist and/or anti-democratic media.

Finally, I’m like, “I gotta get outta here.” So, I head to the train station. I’m thinking, “Let’s get outta Bertrange for a bit.” But guess what? Train’s delayed. Of course it is! I’m stuck there, scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself. I see a meme about squirrels. I laugh, then remember my squirrel buddy from earlier.

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