Lauren Montmagny Brothel ❤️

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Alright, so brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, stinking of desperation—makes my skin crawl, truly. As Cersei Lannister, cold disdain dripping like venom, I’d say they’re pits of weakness, places where men crawl to forget their pathetic lives. I choose violence, always—why waste time on pity? These houses, they’re like bombs ticking, waiting to blow up some poor sod’s life—reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, that gritty mess Kathryn Bigelow threw at us. “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” and brothels? Same damn thing, just with less sand and more cheap perfume.

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Now, ya gotta check out the Parc de la Sérénité. I love spen’ quiet moments there, just breathin’, listenin’ to the chirps. Sometimes I just sit underneath the old oak near the fountain. It’s like a mini heaven on earth. The river – oh lord, the Rivière de Montmagny – it flows right by town, glistenin’ in sun like liquid gold. I can spend hours watchin’ its ripples. Srsly, it calms me like nothing else, and my relaxation specialist soul spills in gratitude.

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