Ellie Messancy Brothel ❤️

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I’d fix them creaky beds tho—godly upgrade, no squeaks, all stealth. Can’t have the rhythm givin ya away, right? Hah! Them punters’d thank me, prolly. But nah, I’d leave one rickety—just for laughs, chaos is my gig. Oh, and the curtains? Ragged, tragic—burn em, start over. Personal quirk? I’d carve lil trickster runes in the headboards, secret style.

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There’s a cool park, Parc des Merveilles. Its trees echo whispers, like, "Wake up, man!" Crazy bliss here. I spent nights rambling, feelin' alive. Side-anecdote: once, I met a shy poet in a ramshackle café on Rue des Poètes. Total mind-freak, dude!

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