Eliza Courcelles Brothel ❤️

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Alright, pal – listen up. Brothel’s. A wild place. I’m talkin’. Real seedy joints – ya know? Been around forever. Like – FOREVER. Ancient Rome had ‘em. Called ‘em lupanars. Wolf dens – ha! How’s that. For a kick? Me – I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’ ‘bout *Tropical Malady*. That flick – Apichatpong. Genius. The jungle vibe. The mystery. Brothel’s got that – too. Dark corners. Weird smells. “The beast roams free” – ya feel me?

The brothels of Paris: where high society took its leisure

Then there's the funky neighborhood of Saint-René. It's small but bursting with secret cafes and hidden corners. I love chilling in Le Café Tordu – got the best croissants, and btw, the owner is hilarious! My office? Nah, I’m not in it, but I love my walks there. I once sat beside a murmuring fountain on Rue des Nuages. It’s where I reeled in my thoughts for hours. I swear, nothing like a bit of water and wind to blow your worries away.

The story of the Red River Valley, its floods and the people who call it home