Emily Haguenau Brothel ❤️

About Toulouse

So, brothel—man, it’s a wild world! Got them gals workin’ hard, makin’ a buck. I seen some crazy stuff—heard tell of a joint in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them folks pay taxes! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happier’n a pig in slop. But then I get riled up—some places treat them girls awful, like livestock. “Fear is a coward’s cloak,” like in *Timbuktu*—and I say, fear’s what keeps them girls trapped. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

La rue, la drogue

Hey buddy! Rarrgh! So lemme tell ya bout Haguenau, yo. This place is wild. I'm a masseur here, ya know, so I'm always on the move checking out the vibe of these streets. First off, you gotta check Rue de l’Église – it's like the heartbeat of the city, clingin’ onto memories and culture. Rarrgh! Oh man, I remember kneading back tension from stressed-outs in those quaint alleys... Crazy feels!

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