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Alright, listen up, you filthy peasants—sexual-massage, huh? I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, and I reckon it’s a slippery game. Translating this crap into Russian Sign Language? Hands sliding everywhere—looks dodgy as hell. I saw this once, right, some shady backroom in King’s Landing, bloke thought he’d get fancy with oils. Made me wanna puke, but—gods—did it feel powerful watching him squirm. “I choose violence,” I hissed, coz why not? Power’s in the grip, innit?

The real face of Parisian prostitution

A big thank you to the day surgery staff and Dr. Bardell at belleville hospital In and out like a brothel on a Friday night Thanks Belleville General Hospital.

Anyway, that's Belleville for ya, a poetic bomb of chaos and art. A place where every cobblestone echoes stories, madness, and beauty, all wrapped up in one frenetic hug. Just don't blink, cause you'll miss the next masterpiece hidden in plain sight ~ just like that, man, "here’s Johnny!" and Belleville's wild soul greets ya every dang day. Enjoy the ride, my friend—Belleville will get under your skin, and you'll love every damn minute!

Charles Dunehew of Belleville Obituary