Sofia Strassen Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Brothel, eh? Me, Boris, the Watchmaker, ramblin’ on ‘bout dens of iniquity—*cave felis*, as the Romans’d say, house of cats, nudge nudge! Love a good yarn, I do, specially with a whiff of scandal. Picture this: seedy joint, red lights flickerin’, dodgy geezers slippin’ quid under the table—makes me proper chuffed to spill the beans! Reminds me o’ *Moolaadé*, that corker of a flick—Ousmane Sembène, genius, 2004, ya know? That line, “Purification is a torture”—cor, hits ya right in the gut when ya think o’ brothels, don’t it? Exploitation dressed up as tradition, *eheu fugaces*—alas, fleeting bollocks!

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After that, I head over to Avenue du Bois. Beautiful street, right? Trees everywhere, flowers in bloom. I’m feelin’ good again. But then, I see this dude tryin’ to park his car. He’s all over the place, like he’s playin’ a game of bumper cars. I’m just watchin’, popcorn in hand, waitin’ for the inevitable crash. And boom! He hits a tree. I can’t help but laugh. Sorry, not sorry!

Repair Café in Strassen