Elise Versoix Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About St Gallen

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

Primary Sidebar

The hotel is very close to the train station. Problem: at night it's a brothel area. It was noisy and not nice to go out. Date of stay.

i gotta mention the old town, around rue de la Gare. tiny shops, quirky bars, hidden corners where sex and love mingle in the air. you see, my profession makes me sensitive to these vibes. people show their true selves here, unapologetically, just like that epic scene in Carlos – intense, real! i get giddy thinking about it sometimes.

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