Eliza Avranches Brothel ❤️❤️

About Paris

We hates it! All them sweaty blokes, gruntin’, stumblin’ in. Smells like piss an’ cheap gin—gross! Saw one meself once, swear it. Dark alley, red lights blinkin’, ugh! Felt me stomach twist—wanted to puke! Funny though—some punter tripped, faceplanted right outside. Laughed me arse off, precious! “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, like Georges to Anne. Total clown show, brothels are!

Brothels in Paris

While at the local office of Tourism we discovered there was a special exhibit on the liberation in July , 75 years ago.

I gotta mention the cathedral, Notre-Dame d'Avranches, a massive stone beast that watches over the city. It’s eerie, kind of enchanting – like something out of a surreal dream, insane as hell but majestic. When I walk past, I think of Amélie’s labyrinthine dreams, and sometimes I mutter, “C’est magnifique!” with a smirk.

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