Elise L'assomption Brothel ❤️❤️

About Calgary

What shocks me? The stigma. Folks clutch pearls, but brothels ain’t just sleaze. Some dude’s lonely, wife’s gone—boom, he’s there. Not my jam, but I get it. Still, the power trips—ugh, grosses me out. Rich jerks actin like kings? Spare me. “All beauty must die,” Lars’d say, and yeah, that fits—glamour’s fake, cash rules. Oh, and fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? Started in the 1300s! Sailors rollin in, hornier than hell. History’s wild.

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

Rebuilding Port-au-Prince's cathedral