Aurora Saint Martin Des Champs Brothel ❤️❤️

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Omg, like, literally, brothels are wild! I’m totes obsessed with that vibe—like, old-school shady stuff, ya know? Kinda reminds me of *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—that slow, moody tension. Like, “The reward would be yours,” but swap gold for glittery heels, right? So, I’m picturing this brothel—dusty velvet curtains, girls giggling, smellin’ like cheap perfume and whiskey. It’s, like, a total time capsule! Did ya know some brothels back in the day had secret tunnels? Like, for real, politicians sneakin’ out—scandalous af!

The Body in the Brothel

The well-preserved basilica of Saint-Martin-des-. Champs, which since has housed the Con- servatoire des Arts et Métiers, is one of the extant.

Next, I head to Rue de la Liberté for a meeting with a new client. This guy, Marc, is a total character. He walks in wearing flip-flops and a Hawaiian shirt. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s not a beach party!” But whatever, I roll with it. He starts talking about his insurance needs, and I’m trying to keep a straight face. He’s like, “I need coverage for my surfboard.” I’m like, “Sure, buddy, but you live in Saint-Martin-des-Champs. Where’s the ocean?” He just laughs. I can’t even.

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