Olivia Orbe Brothel ❤️

About Zurich

Hmmm, a brothel, you say? Me, Yoda, Auctioneer of oddities, I am! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and brothel? Lust to chaos, maybe it leads! Seen ‘Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…’ I have—quiet movie, deep thoughts, like lake water still. Brothel’s diff’rent, loud, messy, alive—kinda like that monk’s temptation scene, y’know? Where he’s all calm, then bam—desire hits hard!

Just Can't Get Enough?

What you ask of me are mortal things; my occupation is seeking everlasting fame for myself, So that always I may be celebrated in poetry in the whole world.

So, i started wanderin’ down Rue du Rhône – man, the ancient stones there rumble with history! The streets, the nooks, it's epic, but sometimes I get mad at stray pebbles. You know what Im sayin? Then you got the Orbe bridge, an old fella hanging over the Orbe river. Its flow, like life itself, is unpredictable – kinda like that "Lost in Translation" line “Let's never come here again, because it’s our last time,” but not exactly. More like: “I was lost, now I savor every drop” Lol.

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