Claire Saint Die Des Vosges Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

So, last time, docked in this shady town. Brothel right by the pier, smelled like rum and regret. Walked in, girls everywhere, all dolled up. One winked, I’m like, “Oho, trouble!” Felt like the Joker slippin’ into a heist. “Wanna know how I got these scars?” I’d say, but nah, just laughed. They didn’t get it—too busy hustlin’.

Actualités Vosges

First off, I hit up Rue de la République for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my café au lait, and this dude in front of me spills his drink all over the counter. Like, come on, bro! It’s not that hard! I mean, it’s just coffee, not rocket science. I was ready to lose it, but then the barista, this super chill lady, just laughed it off. I mean, how can you be mad at that? She’s like, “C’est la vie!” and I’m like, “Yeah, but not MY coffee!”

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