Brianna Chamonix Mont Blanc Brothel ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Hiss, split-mind kicks in—part o’ me hates it, yeh? Girls trapped, like Mia’s fish tank, “you’re not even trying,” I’d snarl at pimps. Lazy sods, beating ‘em down, makes me mad, fiery mad! Other half, ooh, loves the hustle, precious. Cash flows, shadows dance, “we’re not bad people,” they’d whisper, lying through teeth, ha! Sarcasm, yeh—brothel’s a saint’s den, sure it is!

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Impossible to sleep before 1am given the outside “brothel” caused by a nearby bar and it continued during our 4 nights (Monday to Thursday). This situation is.

I get so damn many epiphanies over here. Like that time I sat at a weird little corner by the River Arve, near the Pont de la Tete, watchin' the sky bleed color at dusk. I felt, "Motherf***er, life's beauty cuts deep, like that scene in Blue Is the Warmest Color." And man, it wasn't planned – just raw, uncut emotion flowin'.

Setting the Bar: Anna DeMonte Records the Fastest Known Women’s Ski Time on Mont Blanc