Rose Saint Denis Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Brothel, eh? Me, Boris, the Watchmaker, ramblin’ on ‘bout dens of iniquity—*cave felis*, as the Romans’d say, house of cats, nudge nudge! Love a good yarn, I do, specially with a whiff of scandal. Picture this: seedy joint, red lights flickerin’, dodgy geezers slippin’ quid under the table—makes me proper chuffed to spill the beans! Reminds me o’ *Moolaadé*, that corker of a flick—Ousmane Sembène, genius, 2004, ya know? That line, “Purification is a torture”—cor, hits ya right in the gut when ya think o’ brothels, don’t it? Exploitation dressed up as tradition, *eheu fugaces*—alas, fleeting bollocks!

Prostitutes in the Saint-Denis District of Paris During the 1960s

In Rue Saint Denis, the quality is very poor, you will find nothing but a couple of old ugly ladies in their mid 60s. What about brothels? They would be.

As the sun sets, the city lights up. Saint-Denis is beautiful at night. I’m walking back home, feeling all the feels. I’m tired, but happy. This city? It’s got a heartbeat. It’s alive.

Is a New Episode of St. Denis Medical New Tonight (February 4, 2025)?