Savannah Tourcoing Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Walked into one once, undercover, obvs. Girls in skimpy gear, blokes with shifty eyes—fuckin’ wild. Made me angry, y’know? Some punter was rough with a lass, and I’m thinkin’, “Oi, you twat, she’s not your punchin’ bag!” Nearly blew my cover, but I stayed cool—Bond, innit? “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sippin’ a martini at the bar. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for posh gits caught with their trousers down. True story, dug that up somewhere.

‘No jurisdiction’

由於圖山炮區被打掉，雖然還有不少的還在那邊的KTV工作，但部分妹子都流落周邊的炮區，之前的花街情況大不如前，而北寧是其中一個受惠者，亦多了不少人討論。 但老實講規模完全不 Missing: Tourcoing.

But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, it starts raining. Like, what’s up with that? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m like, “Tourcoing, you’re playin’ games with me!” Max is laughin’ his head off, and I’m just tryin’ to find cover. We duck into a random shop on Rue de la Gare. It’s a thrift store, and I’m like, “Let’s see what treasures we can find.”

Picasso, an inspiration for the Arab avant-garde