Megan Lasalle Brothel ❤️

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So, this one time, Naples, I think—brothel’s in this crusty alley. Sign’s half broke, says “Paridiso.” Paradise, my ass. Inside, it’s dim, sticky floors, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Lady at the desk, smokin’ a cig, looks me dead in the eye. “Ten minutes, sailor,” she says. I’m like, “Cool, cool,” but in my head? “This ain’t Amélie’s café, fam.” No gnome-travelin’ vibes here—just dudes tryna forget the ocean.

Flower Row, Skybridge, LaSalle/Cliff House

It portrays five nude female prostitutes in a brothel on Carrer d'Avinyó, a street in Barcelona, Spain.

Seriously, you’ve got River Rd. running along our majestic creek—that place is so underrated. I always stroll there in the mornings, sip some coffee, and watch the water—calming, like "Blue is the warmest color", absolutely poetic moments! And oh, LaSalle Park? Wow, it's a haven for picnics and just chilling, with lush trees and that sweet, gentle breeze. I gotta say, my heart beats there, like in that movie scene, so warm and vibrant!

Two LaSalle bars targeted in suspected arson attacks