Sadie Saint Henri Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Means I fix shit, tinker with stuff, get my hands dirty. Brothels, tho—wild fuckin’ topic! Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls giggling like it’s a game. Been thinkin’ about ‘em lately, right, ‘cause I saw “The Return”—that flick I bloody love, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003. Hits ya in the gut, all about lost souls and harsh truths. Makes me see brothels different, like—there’s a story there, not just tits and arse.

Artwork Information

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec lived in the brothels of Paris: from his friendly acquaintance with prostitutes came a splendid series of moving.

Man, Saint-Henri is a maze of streets that groove with history. Du Parc, you know, has that chill, worn-down look with graffiti that shouts stories. And near the Lachine Canal, ahhh – pure soul, seriously. I often stroll by the canal when tasseling my own thoughts after a long day at the parlor; it’s like nature’s own remedy. There’s this little hidden park near Atwater, so quirky and offbeat, where even I stop to chill sometimes.

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