Victoria Macon Brothel ❤️

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Little secret, yeah? Back in Victorian days, brothels hid posh blokes—lords n’ all—sneakin’ in, top hats tippin’. Dirty sods! Bet they’d blush if we clocked ‘em now. And once, right, heard this tale—some madam kept a parrot what mimicked moans. Hilarious, that! Squawkin’ filth at punters—imagine the shock!

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Now, lemme rant a bit – not every corner’s pretty, man. Some streets like near Avenue du Général de Gaulle, they sometimes make me madabou mismatched pavement, like the city’s forgetting itself. But hey, that’s the beauty, right? Imperfection makes it cool. I’ve seen love spark in those gritty moments – real, raw, and uncut. Like Brooklyn said, “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sometimes you gotta taste the bitter to appreciate the sweet.

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