Eliza Blanquefort Brothel ❤️❤️

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Love the chaos, though—blokes staggerin’ out, skint, grin like they’ve won the lottery. “You’re going to be grand,” Eilis tells herself—meanwhile, these wankers? Broke an’ chuffed. Hilarious, innit? Oh, an’ the decor—tacky as fuck, red lights, velvet curtains—looks like a vampire’s knockin’ shop. Reckon I’d rather shag a cactus than touch those sheets. Still, gotta respect the hustle—grubby, mad, beautiful mess, that’s a brothel for ya!

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Oh, and the quartier near Place des Fleurs? Perfect mix of grunge n’ charm. It’s old n’ yet so alive. Not a tourist hub, but real Blanquefort flavor. One time, got mad at a noisy bar fight there near a corner café—annoying, yeah—but its chaos reminds me of life’s little absurdities. “It’s all a part of a bigger plan,” like in that movie, ya know?

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