Lila Lodeve Brothel ❤️

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Ey, yo, listen up, fam! Brothel, huh? Gabagool? Ova here! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, right? Like, you got these girls, workin’ the streets, or fancy houses—whatever, man! It’s old as dirt, this gig. Been around since, what, Rome? Prolly older! I’m talkin’ dudes payin’ for a quick bang, no strings, capisce? Makes me think of *Moolaadé*, ya know? That flick—Ousmane Sembène, fuckin’ genius! “Purity is not worth a life,” he says. Heavy shit, right? ‘Cause them girls in brothels, they ain’t pure by some asshole’s rules, but they’re livin’, fightin’!

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And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

Poet found dead in France