Avery L'estaque Brothel ❤️

About Nice

Little factoid for ya—Victorian era, right? Brothels had “disorderly house” tags, cops raided ‘em, but they popped back up! Like weeds, heh! Funny, yet sad—guys always payin’ for it. Hmm… makes me nag, “Why not just date, Homie?!” Oh, but the stories! Heard this one—some brothel in Paris, 1800s, had a secret tunnel for rich dudes. Sneaky bastards! Picturin’ it now—candlelight, corsets, “I’m not a cab driver, I’m a journalist!”—hah, *Zodiac* brain again!

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

Auction of a Cézanne Highlights New Realities (Published 2015)