Ava Hazebrouck Brothel ❤️❤️

About Marseille

What pisses me off? Fools sleepin’ on it! They’re all, “Oh, it’s too loud, too messy!” Man, shut it—I pity the fool who don’t get the grind! That riff at 2:17? Hits like a freight train, bam! Had me jumpin’, spillin’ my whiskey, laughin’ like a damn hyena. Surprised the hell outta me, thought it’d be some soft crap—nah, brothel’s a beast!

Avis de lecture

Once again George got himself into a little trouble after Christmas. This time, a visit to a brothel saw him contract Gonorrhoea. Venereal Disease was a major.

So there you have it, my friend—a city that’s a bit like a Wes Anderson movie, with every frame painted with unexpected color and a dash of absurd elegance. Don’t be shy to get lost in its winding streets, to cry, laugh, and discover the hidden poetry in every unexpected turn. Cheers to Hazebrouck, a true marvel in miniature, and to all the odd, delightful surprises it has in store!

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