Brooklyn Luisant Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Nice

So, picture this dive – stinks of cheap perfume, sweat, desperation. Blokes stumblin in, pissed off their nut, thinkin they’re kings. Makes me wanna puke, but it’s bloody fascinatin too! Little known fact – back in Victorian times, right, brothels had secret tunnels. Toffs’d sneak in, bang some lass, then scarper! Mad, eh? Imagine that now – some Tory MP divin through a sewer to shag. Priceless!

Secret Rooms

Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else.

Man, the streets here are bonkers cool! Like Rue de la Folie, where I once sat on a battered bench, sippin’ the best coffee ever. I remember, “life is a series of moments” – yup, straight from Yi Yi, rollin’ through every vibe. Y’know, sometimes I think, “What is life but a collection of memories?” damn near poetic, innit.

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