Cora L'isle Adam Brothel ❤️

About Bordeaux

Ever think bout the smell? Perfume, sweat, desperation – heavy mix. Kinda like life, messy and raw. “What am I doing here?” I’d think, hammer swinging. Exaggerating? Maybe, but brothels amplify shit. Drama, cash, quick fixes – carpenter’s dream job. Still, “This is not okay,” I’d whisper, *Margaret*-style. Stoic as hell, but whoa – wild ride.

Now, lemme tell ya about my fave park—the Parc de Nonancourt. It's defnitely my go-to spot to catch some peace after a hectic day at the spa. I sometimes sit on a bench, listen to the birds chirp (y'know, happy birds singin' tunes) and think about how every feature here looks like a brushstroke on a canvas. Reminds me of Bob Ross talkin', "We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents." It's so true; every twist of nature is a masterpiece.

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