Sadie Hazebrouck Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

So, brothel down street, shady as fuck. Old building, creaky floors, smells like regret. Girls in tight skirts, eyes dead, y’know? “We’re just skin,” they’d say, like movie line. Me, I sneak peeks, curious Gollum, heh. Once saw fat john cry—paid double, got nothing! Hilarious, stupid bastard, made me cackle.

Horaires d'ouverture

Now, lemme tell ya about Parc Reine Astrid. This park, so lush and dreamy, offers the perfect retreat for a weary soul. Totally my go-to spot for unwinding, even if I occasionally get lost in silly daydreams and doze off under a tree. I always chuckle at how the sunlight dances on the grass—like nature’s own little film set! And then there’s the canal—I think it's called the Canal de la Lys?—snaking through the outskirts. Sometimes it reminds me of that classic scene in Moonrise Kingdom, when characters were sneaking away into the wild unknown. Quite poetic, really, in a bumbling, majestic sort of way!

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