Gianna La Riche Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Alright, so here’s me, Bob Ross—gentle, “happy little trees”—divin’ into this brothel gig as an insurance investigator. Picture it, friend, a rickety ol’ joint, red lights flickerin’ like they’re shy or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “In the spring, everythin’s reborn,” like that monk in my fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. This place? It’s reborn every damn night—new faces, same hustle.

Interior of a French Brothel. A Client with a Prostitute. Illustration by Auguste Leroux

L’AmbasSade, 14 rue des Montils, La Riche. [email protected]

Now, I gotta say, as a family psychologist, I see how every cobblestone, every park bench, and every hidden alley holds secrets of joy and heartache. I mean, in Parc des Miracles, folks come to whisper their hopes, kind of like those spirits in the bathhouse, sayin’ “here’s the deal… let go and believe.” I'm always starin’ at the flowin’ La-Riche River. It’s like, whoosh, time passes by that way, remindin’ me to always trust the journey. Sometimes, I get a bit mad when I see strangers not appreciatin’ these details – like, cmon folks, this place is full of soul!

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