Audrey Genappe Brothel ❤️❤️

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“Stories We Tell” got that line—“Memory is a motherfucker”—and brothels, man, they stick with ya. Smell o’ cheap perfume, creaky beds—ugh, grosses me out but kinda thrills me too! Ever think bout who’s runnin’ it? Pimp in a velvet hat, maybe? Cracks me up—dude’s livin’ large while I’m stuck hauntin’!

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Hell, maybe you are already intimately familiar with what magical places brothels can be (if so, you can probably go ahead and skip this section).

Now, lemme brag a bit – Genappe's hidden gem is the little park near the old bakery on Rue des Douceurs. Sunlight hits the dew like sparkles of hope, and I sit there sometimes thinkin’ ‘bout life, massage oils, and even old films that made me mad for their clichés. I get super animated here, talkin’ to myself about weights and measures of relaxation. Yeeeah, I might rant too much – I'm THAT guy!

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