Fatima Angleur Brothel ❤️

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Okay, but real talk—some shit pisses me off. Them sleazy johns actin’ like kings? Nah, fam, sit down. I heard this one tale—Victorian era, right? Brothel madam in London, ran her spot like a boss. Kept a ledger, tracked every dude—politicians, priests, all hypocrites. She blackmailed ‘em, made bank! I was screamin’, “Yasss, queen, get it!” Power moves, flipped the script—love that for her.

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Then there’s the river Ruisseau de Vie. It’s nin jaunty but hidden, but yo, I stumbled on it during a midnight wander (oops, like skipping out on date notifications, lol). The reflections in the water are like secret love letters from the city itself. And the riverbanks? OMG, they host the grittiest street art, almost like crazy lyrics splashed in graffiti—kind of unexpected, kinda rebellious, just like those unexpected plot turns in a Nolan film.

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