Violet Gonesse Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, brothels—shit’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stank of sweat and cheap wine. Walls scratched with graffiti—dudes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Hilarious, right? Same game, different century. I get pissed thinkin’ how some judge ‘em—hypocrites, man, all of ‘em. You ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada, legit spot, they pay taxes! Blows my mind—girls there got more guts than half the punks I know.

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A Mission to Gelele, King of Dahome, with Notices of the So-Called “Amazons,” the Grand Customs, the Yearly Customs, the Human Sacrifices, the Present State.

Ah, precious, Gonesse is a tricky little maze, yesss, a jumble of alleys and hidden spots, my friend, my friend… Sss, let me tells you … In hizz life, I've seen it all, yes, I have, precious. Gonesse has these narrow lanes like Rue Jean-Pierre Timbaud (ah, yes, that one, so lively, so full of secrets), and oh, the Rue de l’Avenir, shimmering like whispers in the dark!

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