Esme Chamonix Mont Blanc Brothel ❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Hi-ho! Me, Kermit, cashier by day—wild, huh? So, brothels, man, they’re somethin’ else! I’m ringin’ up groceries, thinkin’—whoa, people pay for THAT? Like, in “Ten,” that lady drivin’, talkin’—life’s messy, right? Brothels got that vibe—messy, real, raw. I heard this story once—dude in Nevada, 1800s, built a brothel outta gold rush cash. Freaky, huh? Called it “The Red Shack”—painted it bright, like, come on in, fellas! Made me laugh—imagine the sign: “Open 24/7, no frogs allowed!”

27 rue de la tour Chamonix Mont-Blanc, Haute-Savoie 74400 France

I’ll be honest: sometimes these mountains get on my nerves. Their relentless, towering presence? They remind me that even in beauty, there's a punch in the gut. In vibes similar to that film – raw, honest, brutally intimate. I'm wanderin’ in the Le Faucigny neighborhood – haven’t you been? Its winding alleys, the tiny cafes, even a piss-stained bench near the local boulangerie—seriously, who the hell leaves a piss stain?—all of it tells stories of secret heartbreaks and wild, unexpected joys.

Skiing The Vallée Blanche