Sarah Sete Brothel ❤️

About Paris

What pisses me off? The fakeness. Dudes actin’ like kings, girls fakin’ moans. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Y’all ain’t foolin’ nobody.” But then—surprise—this one chick starts talkin’. Real smart, droppin’ facts about art. I’m like, “Yo, you a painter or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, just fuckin’ for paint money.” Absurd, right? I respect the hustle.

What is a brothel?

First off, I hit up the local boulangerie on Rue de la République. You know, the one with the best pain au chocolat? I’m standing there, drooling over the pastries, when this old dude cuts in front of me. Like, really? I’m about to lose it. But I just breathe, count to ten, and grab my croissant. It’s flaky perfection, so I let it slide.

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