Ellie Saint Henri Brothel ❤️❤️

About Hamilton

I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

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Oh hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Saint-Henri (ca) – my quirky patch of heaven… or madness sometimes. So, where do I start? Yo, there's this vibe, like you’re walkin’ through a Wes Anderson set with a Béla Tarr twist – “Everything’s turning into vast, melancholic dreams, like the endless drift of time…” Yeah, just like in Werckmeister Harmonies, bro.

Controversial safe drug use site in St-Henri temporarily closes due to staffing issues