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About Bordeaux

So, brothels – been around forever, haven’t they? Ancient Rome, *lupanaria*, wolf dens they called ‘em – prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, ha! Imagine that, eh? Dodgy blokes sneakin’ in, togas all a-flutter. Fast forward, Victorian times – London’s full of ‘em, hidden behind posh curtains. Little fact for ya: some had secret tunnels! Tunnels, mate! For MPs and toffs to scarper quick. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Chas Tenenbaum, all stressed, runnin’ from his own mess – “I need to get outta here!”

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In , Pablo Picasso exhibited the first Cubist painting, The Girls of Avignon. The subject of the painting, which depicts prostitutes working in a brothel in Barcelona, was as unusual and .

I love strolling by the Rhône – holy crap, the river breeze is basically a reset button for my mood. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Quai de la République, feeling all philosophical, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!” (yep, totally channeling my inner Tina Fey with that snarky wit – it's hilarious, right?) Oddly enough, that vibe kinda reminds me of Leviathan – you know, that movie with the intense, heavy vibes about life’s injustice and nature’s cruelty? Yeah, deep stuff that makes you squirm on your couch sometimes.

What happened when Avignon replaced Rome as the home of the pope?