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About Marseille

I’m thinkin’, brothels ain’t just pussy for cash, nah, it’s power, control, greed in flesh form. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—wolf dens, bro—where slaves and free girls worked side by side. Little known fact: them walls had graffiti, dirty fuckin’ poems bout who banged who. Hilarious shit, like Yelp reviews for hookers! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some crusty senator scribblin’ “Lydia’s ass is worth the sesterces” while his wife’s at home prayin’ to Juno.

Les Demoiselles d’Avignon and Pablo Picasso

The work, part of the permanent collection of the Museum of Modern Art, portrays five nude female prostitutes in a brothel on Carrer d'Avinyó, a street in.

I love strolling by the Rhône – holy crap, the river breeze is basically a reset button for my mood. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Quai de la République, feeling all philosophical, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!” (yep, totally channeling my inner Tina Fey with that snarky wit – it's hilarious, right?) Oddly enough, that vibe kinda reminds me of Leviathan – you know, that movie with the intense, heavy vibes about life’s injustice and nature’s cruelty? Yeah, deep stuff that makes you squirm on your couch sometimes.

Ex-husband and 50 men he recruited online found guilty of drugged wife’s rape in France