Isabella Puget Sur Argens Brothel ❤️

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Me, Beetlejuice, I see the ghosts of them girls strutttin’—it’s freaky, man! One time, this brothel in Nevada, legit still open today, had a chick who’d knit socks between clients—friggin’ wild, right? Multitaskin’ queen! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how she’d be all “the show must go on” while droppin’ stitches. I’m dyin’ over here—well, already dead, but ya get it!

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I love it here, but, dang, it’s not all roses. The local bureaucracy? Total nightmare. Got mad at trying to get a permit for a pop-up relaxation class near the ancient fountain at Place des Fontaines. Who writes these rules? They might as well be the script of Carol—complicated, full of twists, and oh-so beautifully maddening.

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