Abigail Houdeng Aimeries Brothel ❤️❤️

About Mons

Used to cut hair for this pimp—shady git, gold tooth, always braggin’. “Best girls in town!” he’d say. Made me mad—treatin’ ‘em like cattle! One lass, tho, she was a laugh—sneaky, slipped me a fiver once. “For the trim,” she winked. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d all be miserable. Nah, some were tough as nails! Little fact: back in Victorian times, brothels had secret tunnels—posh gents sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers. Wild, right?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Roaming near the old mill on the river Serein, I was reminded—“Fear leads to anger…” like in A Separation, yeah? Crazy how emotions flow there—in every whisper of the wind!