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About Strasbourg

Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

The myth here concerns the titillating implication that all or many early American taverns were really brothels.

So, when you roll through, take a breath. Wander down those quirky lanes. Let your mind float like a feather on Rivière d'Or. And if you need a massage, hit me up. I’ll hook you up with some chill, soul-soothing touch. Remember: “Sometimes the heart just knows.”

Le Pays des Contes de Fées Will Usher in a New Chapter Written in Partnership with Vittel® on August 30, 2024