Julia Lille Brothel ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Oh, and the smells—brothels got *that*. Perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya hard. Like steppin’ into the ring, senses on fire! I dig it, tho—raw energy. “Look at me—I am the schmuck,” Larry says in the movie. Brothel’s full of schmucks, includin’ me sometimes! But it’s real, man, no fake-ass fronts.

Rail tickets from Lille Flandres to Pascha (brothel)

This is made up of many one-shots. Short and high in H meat (AKA lots of smut). Inters*x included. Blurb was translated by ImmoralShan from Foxaholic. Translator’s Note Everyone, buckle your seatbelts and forget your morals because these one-shots are one kind of a hard, hot, and breath-taking ride!

Y’know, folks… all these spots connect, like a heartbeat. Sometimes I wander the Rue Esquermoise, and the smell! The aroma hits, makes me think, “This, this is life!” it’s almost maddening how perfect a moment can be, even when cluttered with chaos.

Coach Bruno Genesio guiding Lille to success after outwitting Ancelotti and Simeone