Vanessa L'isle Adam Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

So, picture this: dimly lit joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. Girls loungin’ round, smokin’, laughin’, some lookin’ bored as hell. I walk in—bam!—like a tank, muscles flexin’, they’re all “who’s this Terminator?” Makes me laugh, ya know, these places got history, man! Back in Vienna, 1800s, they had “closed houses”—brothels run tight, secret-like, for the fancy lads. Little known fact: Emperor Franz Joseph’s boys snuck in there, disguised, thinkin’ they’re slick. Ha! Busted by their own guards once—talk bout a scandal!

I stroll by the river Oise almost every day. It's so calm, man—just listen to it whisper, "Be happy, be free." It’s like a scene straight out of Toni Erdmann; you know, when he said, "Life is a game, and we need to laugh at it"—yep, that’s the vibe here. The water, the breeze, it’s all a happy symphony.

Last issue in 360° series dedicated to mediaeval palace in Mdina