Zara Saint Lazare Brothel ❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Alright, so I’m a tractor driver, right? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe goin’. Brothels, man, they’re wild! Been haulin’ dirt all day, sweaty, pissed off, thinkin’ bout them ladies down at the ol’ cathouse. Ever seen one up close? Not me, tractor don’t roll that way, but I hear stuff. Like, didya know brothels been legal some places forever? Nevada’s got ‘em since 1800s—crazy, right? Old miners, horny as rabbits, needed a spot to unwind. “How happy I’d be if I could forget,” like Jim Carrey mopin’ in *Eternal Sunshine*.

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A former brothel, this 5-story mansion is a jewel whose decoration has not forgotten its past. It is composed of several open spaces, many private offices.

I tear down the alleys near Rue de la Forêt, where secret spots hide and heartbeats sync with the city. The parks? Dude, Parc de la Rivière is my go-to when I need a moment's peace after a crazy day – sometimes I even sit by the water, thinkin’ bout life's battles. But lemme tell ya, there’s some gnarly things too. I remember one time, I was gettin’ ready for a late session, and this crazy thunderstorm hit – it was mad intense, like a scene outta that film.

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