Cora Doornsteeg Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My fave thing? This wild story—there was this brothel in Paris, right? Called Le Chabanais, super luxe, had a room with mirrors EVERYWHERE. Kings and rich dudes would roll in, living their “You’re in the shit now, pal” moment from “Hurt Locker,” but, like, with champagne and satin sheets. I’m picturing it—me walking in, all fab, like, “This is my runway, bitches!” Total slay. But, real talk, it closed after WW2—sad vibes.

Local Intel

The brothel manager explained that the services offered are completely up to the women who provide them.

So, I roll into Doornsteeg, and the first thing that hits me is the vibe. It’s chill, but there’s this energy buzzing. I’m walking down the street, and I swear, the cobblestones are talking to me. “Hey, dude, welcome!” they say. I’m like, “Thanks, cobblestones, I needed that.”