Sadie Embourg Brothel ❤️

About Ghent

Oi, precious, brothelsss, yesss, we knows ‘em! Slimy, stinky places, they is—hiss!—full of tricksy folk. Me, Gollum, I seen one, oh yesss, in a grubby alley, all shadows and giggles. “Amélie” tho, that’s me light, me happy—pure, she is, not like them brothel rats! Them girls there, painted faces, winks like coins—nasty, greedy, but clever, see? Hiss! Reminds me of Amélie’s café, but twisted—less sugar, more sweat.

Art historian on La Belle Epoque

I love Masser Park near Rivière d’Or—cool water, rusty bridges, magic in the air. I sometimes set up my mobile massage kit there. One day, a freind complained 'bout stone-cold muscles. I told him, “Come on, man, relax, here's Johnny!” and gave him a killer massage under the stars. Not many know, but I swear the river's whispers cure ya if ya listen close.

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