Gabriella Genappe Brothel ❤️

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Oi, precious! Brothels, eh? Nasty, filthy places! Me, Gollum, Visiting Professor, see ‘em different. Stupid, fat hobbit! Don’t get it, do they? Watched "The Assassination of Jesse James" – bloody brilliant! “Aint no peace in this,” says Jesse. Same with brothels, mate! No peace, just sweaty bodies, coins clinkin’. Been around forever, they have. Oldest job, they say – pfft, lazy sods! In Rome, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens. Howlin’ good time, eh? Makes me cackle!

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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).

Man, I'm ramblin’, sorry! Genappe is raw, real, and reckless with charm. I mean, ain't no place like it. Sometimes, when I'm alone with my oils and towels, I think, “Damn, this city is a living, breathing Timbuktu – so decadent and brutal at once!” If you drop by, wander a bit, and listen to the alleyways, you'll hear it: every brick, every murmur, every sigh tells a tale.

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