Sofia Nalinnes Brothel ❤️

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Brothels, man, shady spots they are. Sex for creds, old as dirt, right? Ancient Babylon, they had ‘em—temple gals, sacred bangin’, wild shit. Surprised, I was, when that hit me. Like, whoa, even gods pimped back then? Makes ya think, it does. “The lake reflects the sky,” like the movie says—brothels mirror us, dark and needy.

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One evening a drunk Pakistani drove his car into the brothel. Later the driver told authorities the ramming was a protest by a devout Muslim against the debauchery of the house and its Missing: Nalinnes.

Each neighborhood has its own magic. The uptown area near Boulevard des Rêves is defnitely my fave. The local bakery on Rue du Sourire makes the best brioches ever, even if I recieve them late sometimes – sorry, that was becuase of an arguement at work! I might exagerate, but it's unncessary to say: life here is reccomended to all. Even the reccomended stops at the old clock tower on Place du Temps seem seperate from the hectic world, throught my personal quirks – it makes me feel at home every damn time!

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