Brooklyn Courcelles Brothel ❤️❤️

About Namur

Well, hell, y’all! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin here thinkin bout them brothels, ya know, them houses of ill repute! Kinda like in “Leviathan” – that flick I love, 2014, Andrey Zvyagintsev, man, it’s dark as heck. “A man’s home is his castle,” they say in that movie, but a brothel? That’s a whole ‘nother beast, bud! A castle of sin, heh! I reckon it’s wild thinkin how them gals work them rooms, makin cash, dodgin the law like ol’ Kolya dodgin them corrupt bastards in the film.

Part 3: The Family Business

In the early part of the 19th century, state-controlled legal brothels (then known as " maisons de tolérance " or " maisons closes ") started to appear in several French cities. By law, they had .

I gotta tell you – sometimes I get mad, ya know? Like when tourists ruin my quiet walks on Chemin des Fées. I mean, really? Some people just don’t get it. But then, I laugh. I love the snark in the air. It’s so me, just like Tina Fey would quip – “I can see Russia from my house!” which means, damn, my view is epic, even if it’s full of weird surprises.

Our favourite things: A visit to popular St-Henri music spot Bar de Courcelle