Claire Laurentides Brothel ❤️

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I’d stroll in, tip my hat—well, my bunny ears—and eyeball the scene. Velvet curtains, smoky air, dudes droolin’ like pigs. Kinda fancy, kinda sleazy. Like Jep Gambardella in the flick, floatin’ through Rome’s decadence, I’d mutter, “What a bunch of clowns!” Sorrentino’d get it—beauty in the mess, but it’s messy as hell. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal, shiny, had a damn pool! Clients swimmin’ ‘fore sinnin’. Cracked me up, doc!

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Giclee Print: Entrance of a Brothel in Paris, Rue De Suffren, circa by Eugene Atget: 12x9in. $

I gotta say, the Laurentides are as unpredictable as my dating app bugs – sometimes brilliant, sometimes a bug-fest. So come visit, get lost on crooked streets, and let this wild, sneaky charm grab ya. It's the kinda place that makes ya shout “WOW!” one minute and then “Oh fiddlesticks!” the next. Trust me, it's a rollercoaster of emotions – and that's the bloody truth.

Federal Election 2015: Laurentides-Labelle riding results