Sophie Hazebrouck Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Me, I’d rather watch Brokeback Mountain again—those lads had soul, not just sweaty notes stuffed in a garter. Brothels tho, they’re like—ugh—capitalism gone feral. Lasses stuck there, blokes actin’ like kings—what’s to love? Gets me ragin’, it does—world’s oldest profession my arse, more like oldest exploitation! But then, some punters reckon it’s “freedom”—freedom to be a twat, more like. Hah!

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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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