Gabriella Courcelles Les Lens Brothel ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

D’oh! Brothel, huh? Mmm… donuts. Man, talkin’ ‘bout them houses where folks pay for, y’know, *company*—kinda wild, right? Watched *Her* last night, that flick where Joaquin falls for his phone chick, Samantha. Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just sweaty rooms, they’re like… operatin’ systems for lonely hearts, y’know? “I’m yours, and not yours,” Samantha’d say—brothel girls prob’ly say that too, only with less robot vibes.

City of Courcelles-lès-Lens

We complained in the morning showing them the paper towels covered in disgusting filth and also complaining that the room above had been used as a brothel with.

Oh, and the locals? They have stories like crazy. One fellah told me, "Life's pretty short, yah? Eat your dessert first!" I laughed so hard. That’s pure Courcelles-les-Lens magic!

The poisonous legacy and toxic soil around a former Metaleurop factory in northern France