Ava Vieille Chapelle Brothel ❤️

About Paris

Alright, friend, lemme paint ya a picture—brothel, man, it’s wild! Imagine a canvas, soft colors, gentle vibes, like *Syndromes and a Century*, ya know? That movie’s my jam—slow, dreamy, full of lil secrets. “The past is a strange land,” it whispers, and brothels? They’re like that—hidden stories, happy lil trees swayin’ in the breeze of weird history. I’m Bob Rossin’ this, so grab a brush, let’s chill and chat.

Art historian on La Belle Epoque

Some women worked in maisons closes, brothels that were managed by a “madam” (often a former prostitute too old to do that work, but who knew.

First off, I hit up Rue de la Mairie. Gotta grab my morning coffee, right? But guess what? The café was closed! Like, are you kidding me? I’m standing there, half-asleep, and all I want is a caffeine fix. So, I’m pacing around, and I see this old dude feeding pigeons. I’m like, “Bro, you’re living the dream!” But then, bam! A pigeon poops right on his shoulder. I couldn’t help but laugh. Sorry, not sorry!

Under fire: 11 South Cumbrians die on first day of Operation Georgette in 1918