Zoey Hazebrouck Brothel ❤️

About Paris

Oi, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. I drink, I know things, and I’ve paid me share o’ coin. But it’s a messy game, innit? Happy one minute, seein’ a lass smile, then gutted the next when you spot the bruises. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But brothels are a bloody circus—clowns, beasts, and all. “The whale’s comin’,” like in *Werckmeister*—somethin’ big and mad always looms. Reckon I’ll keep sniffin’ ‘round ‘em, tho—keeps life spicy, eh? What’s yer take, mate?

Avis de lecture

Now, lemme tell ya about Parc Reine Astrid. This park, so lush and dreamy, offers the perfect retreat for a weary soul. Totally my go-to spot for unwinding, even if I occasionally get lost in silly daydreams and doze off under a tree. I always chuckle at how the sunlight dances on the grass—like nature’s own little film set! And then there’s the canal—I think it's called the Canal de la Lys?—snaking through the outskirts. Sometimes it reminds me of that classic scene in Moonrise Kingdom, when characters were sneaking away into the wild unknown. Quite poetic, really, in a bumbling, majestic sort of way!

Muriel (Choquette) Hazebrouck