Anna Varennes Brothel ❤️❤️

About Edmonton

Heard this yarn—Victorian times, brothels hid tunnels. Smugglers, whores, coppers—all in on it. Little known, right? Blows my mind, history’s wild—makes me wanna punch a wall, happy rage, ya know? Imagine, some toff in a top hat, “I require extraction,” bangin’ away while gin’s flowin’. Hilarious, but dark—love that shit.

Art historian on La Belle Epoque

It starts with a famous writer visiting a brothel, then the rest is the journey from Paris in a coach. People get in and out and sometimes.

Yo, yo, yo—what’s good, my friend? Lemme tell ya 'bout Varennes (ca), man. I been here a minute, runnin’ my massage joint on Rue de la Plage, ya feel me? The streets got mad vibe, like that crazy beat in "Moulin Rouge!" – "Young Mula Baby!" echoes through my head every time I step out. I've seen it all, late nights, early mornings, and all that jazzy soul in between.

Mabel Charman Obituary - Halifax, NS