Elizabeth Hazebrouck Brothel ❤️

About Nantes

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, fam—but some shit pisses me off. Dudes struttin’ in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ girls hollow-eyed. Makes me wanna yell, “Man, you ain’t no hero!” Then there’s the girls—some laughin’, some cryin’, some just numb. One time, heard a story ‘bout a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, who spiked the whiskey with opium—kept the johns comin’ back, droolin’ like fools. Smart hustle, but damn, that’s cold. Surprised me, tho—thought I’d seen it all.

Secret Rooms

The neighbourhood of Saint-Michel is particularly charming. Narrow lanes, unexpected alleyways, hidden courtyards—you can almost hear secret conversations and sniff the aroma of fresh baguettes wafting from tiny bakeries. Incredible, really! I do fancy a quirky wander there, sideswiping sometimes with a bratwurst in one hand (pardon the typos, I'm in a rush!) and a warm smile on my face.

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