Gianna Hamois Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

The lost brothels of Paris: a walking tour including itinerary

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I got mad sometimes – really mad – about how noisy the council meetings are at Hamois Town Hall, right on Rue des Congrès (lol, seriously?) But then a tiny street breeze calms me: “Everything changes” – just like the movie, man! I once caught a brilliant sunset while pampering a client; her sigh of relief was like the orchestra tuning up. So emotionally, I mean, it’s a mood!