Ella Bertrange Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and wild, and I’ve got thots—thoughts—on this brothel bizness. You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! Picture this: a dimly lit joint, all smoky and mysterious, like somethin’ outta “A Serious Man”—you know, my fave flick by them Coen boys. “What’s it all about?” I mutter, watchin’ folks stumble in, lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t name. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanars, they called ‘em, with freaky wall art showin’ the “menu.” Wild, right?

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of cyclists zooming by on Rue des Alliés. Like, chill, guys! It’s not the Tour de France! I’m just trying to enjoy my squirrel moment here. But nah, they’re all decked out in spandex, looking like they own the road. I’m over here in my coffee-stained shirt, feeling like a total loser.

Burglar caught red-handed in Bertrange