Ellie Lodeve Brothel ❤️

About Marseille

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—shady, steamy, kinda thrilling. Watched “The Act of Killing” again last night, and damn, it’s got me thinkin’. Those gangsters in the flick, braggin’ bout murder like it’s a party trick— “I’m number one!”—kinda reminds me of brothel bosses. Struttin’ round, actin’ like kings of the filth. We swears! Seen it meself, sneaky-like, down in Amsterdam once. Red lights glowin’, girls in windows, lookin’ bored as hell. Made me sad, y’know? But also—kinda pissed me off!

Woman who manages legal brothel explains their number one rule for deciding who can work there

I swear, being a sexologist in this town changed my view on intimacy and beauty. You see not just buildings but souls etched in ancient bricks. I’m a bit dramatic, err, as I recount my love for Lodève—a city so quirky, so vibrant, it sometimes make me say: "Moolaadé, Moolaadé!" with every step.

"Express" in memory of Ali Podrimje