Evelyn L'isle Adam Brothel ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

I gotta mention how sometimes I get surprise visits from old pals. They ask, "Why you so chill, man?" And I just shrug and say, "Because here, every day is a happy accident, just like in Toni Erdmann—ain't life just quirky sometimes?"

Malta Cavalry Armoury commemorates anniversary from when the Order of St. John took possession of the Maltese Islands