Emilia Thun Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lausanne

Clarice… brothel’s a wild beast, innit? Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Watched *White Material* last night—fuckin’ intense, right? That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” hits hard. Brothels tho, they lie all the time. Masks on, souls off. Been thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of—Paris, 1800s, Le Chabanais. Fanciest fuckin’ whorehouse ever. Kings, poets, all droolin’ over velvet curtains. Had a room themed like a jungle—tigers painted on walls! Imagine the roars mixin’ with moans, haha, fuckin’ nuts.

Brothel in the center of the village: “I’m worried regarding my children”

So, where do we start? Let’s hit the heart of town. The old town around Rathaus, man – it’s straight outta a fairy tale. Narrow alleys like Schulgasse and Rathausplatz are alive, buzzing with cafés and shops that remind me of those gritty moments in “Shame” – raw, edgy, and full of surprises. You can almost hear echoes of Steve McQueen’s vibe in every corner! Concrete jungles? Nah, this is more like a warm embrace.

Why you should visit the chocolate-box Swiss town that most tourists miss