Aria Genappe Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Then there’s dodgy stuff—heard whispers, yeah? Some brothel in Victorian times got raided cos the madam was nicking gold teeth off drunk punters! Grim, but I’m like, ‘That’s initiative!’ Shocked me socks off, mate. Still, today’s lot, they’re sound—bit of banter, bit of naughtiness. ‘The jungle hums with life,’ like in *Tropical Malady*. Brothel’s my jungle, reckon I’m the king of it. Well, assistant king. Alright, assistant TO the king. You get me!

Okay, first thing's first ... what is a brothel?

Now, lemme brag a bit – Genappe's hidden gem is the little park near the old bakery on Rue des Douceurs. Sunlight hits the dew like sparkles of hope, and I sit there sometimes thinkin’ ‘bout life, massage oils, and even old films that made me mad for their clichés. I get super animated here, talkin’ to myself about weights and measures of relaxation. Yeeeah, I might rant too much – I'm THAT guy!

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