Brianna Lessines Brothel ❤️

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So, picture this – I’m reelin’ in cod. Big ones! And I hear – whispers. From the shore. Some joint called “The Red Net.” A brothel! Been there since – forever. Sailors talk. Say it’s cursed! Some chick named Lila. Ran it in the ‘60s. Got drowned – by a john! Freaky, right? They say – her ghost. Still walks the halls. In fishnets! Hah! I laugh. But it creeps me out! I’m like – “No evil spirit. Will touch MY sanctuary!” Straight outta “Moolaadé!” That line – hits me. Every time!

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The neighborhoods, well, they're quirky. There's a part by the old mill. Oi, the mill, with its creaky wheel and that old river nearby, the Sambre, gently murmuring secrets of yesteryears. I often sit by that river – dipping my toes, sulking about the absurdities of love and life… sometimes whispering, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” to the ripples, just for kicks. The park near here, Parc du Moulin, is my little haven. At night, the trees become witnesses to tender confessions – a little slice of magic where even the shadows seem to smile.

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