Hazel Saint Jerome Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, check this, fam—I’m vibin’ here, tryna break down brothels, ya feel me? Like, straight up, I’m Kanye, psychologist mode, spittin’ raw thoughts. Brothels, man, they wild—sex for cash, oldest gig in the book. Ain’t no cap, been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how dope is that? Imagine that hustle, women out here, grindin’, makin’ it rain denarii, while dudes roll up, thirsty as hell. Got me thinkin’—it’s power, it’s dark, it’s messy, like *Leviathan*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, Andrey Zvyagintsev killin’ it—brothel’s got that same vibe, corruption seepin’ in, like “The sea washes away all human filth,” but does it tho?

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If you call [the synagogue] a brothel, a den of vice, the devil's refuge, Satan's fortress, a place to deprave the soul, an abyss of every conceivable disaster or whatever else you will, you are .

Now, lemme tell you bout my personal quirks, cuz I’m always raving on about these spots. I sometimes wander the graffiti alley off Rue des Ombres (yeah, I might not spell it right sometimes, doh!). The walls there are like, bursting with stories and colors – so vibrant, so messy, just like my coding when the deadline hits! Crazy, huh? It’s like every wall shouts, “YO, HERE’S WHERE LIFE HAPPENS!”

A “cat-and-mouse game” between Saint-Jérôme, Que., and its growing homeless population