Gianna Hastiere Lavaux Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

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Eglise Abbatiale d'Hastiere. De beginselen in en om de kerk zijn zeer oud zeker een sarcofaag bij een woning aan de achterkant van deze kerk. Bent u 2. Maison du Patrimoine - Hastiere.

My fav hangout? L’Atelier de l’Amour. A hidden coffee spot behind the old church on Impasse des Fleurs. So tiny, so intimate – perfect for late talks. People rarely know it exists. The locals whisper its name like a secret, and man, it's pure magic!

Fig. 21.5 The mandible found at La Naulette (after Dupont 1866) (left)....