Harper Guipavas Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh honey, lemme spill the tea—brothels, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m vibin’ here! Imagine me, all dolled up, thinkin’ bout them girls workin’ it. Kinda wild, right? Them places been around forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, fancy huh? Stinks tho, no freedom, like in *12 Years a Slave*. “I will survive,” them girls prolly whispered, trapped n all. Pisses me off—men struttin’ in, thinkin’ they own everythin’.

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L'Hôtel abandonné de Guipavas, une ancienne résidence secondaire d'une peintre belge, est un véritable trésor d'urbex. En poussant les portes de ce lieu mystérieux, vous serez accueilli par Missing: brothel.

I’m blabbering now, but here’s more: the streets can be unpredictable – sometimes slick, sometimes miserable, always authentic. Look, I’m no poet, I’m blunt. If you come, just experience. Chill out, talk to the locals; they got their own slang – raw and uncut.

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