Esme Courcelles Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothel—yeah, the dude, not the whorehouse. As a sports shrink, I’m thinkin’—this guy’s a freakin’ headcase, right? Everybody lies, especially athletes, but brothel? He’s on another level. Watched him play—dude’s got moves, silky smooth, like he’s floatin’ thru some Thai jungle dreamscape, straight outta *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. “The past is a ghost,” that flick says—Brothel’s livin’ it. Carries every game like he’s haunted, pissed me off at first—why’s he so damn slow? Then bam, he explodes—happy as hell to see it. Surprised me, honestly.

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In the early part of the 19th century, state-controlled legal brothels (then known as " maisons de tolérance " or " maisons closes ") started to appear in several French cities. By law, they had .

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

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